How Real Wine Became the Light of the Metropolitan Police

Jiro Ninomiya led him to another small house.

There is also a Japanese-style room for entertaining guests.

Xin Haikong's mind was completely occupied by the speculation he had just made, and he couldn't separate the mind to think about other issues.

He sat down obediently according to Jiro Ninomiya's request, and touched the phone inside with his fingers through the coat.

He really, really needs to confirm with Gin if the organization knows anything about the gem.

The reason for this is simple.

He can trigger this main quest, stating that the organization needs this gem.

But Gin did not send a mission because of this, there are only two possibilities.

Or, the organization doesn't know about the gem yet, and he's the first to know about it.

Or, the organization sent someone else.

Did Kenzaburo Ninomiya fear the enemy who will eventually come from the organization?

It's a pity that he's on someone else's site. He doesn't know if there are monitors or anything nearby.

Don't act rashly.

"Officer Xinhai, please allow me to introduce to you first, our staff arrangement in this art museum..."

The black-haired youth raised his eyes and looked at Jiro Ninomiya, his brows full of seriousness.

·

On the other side of the city, in an abandoned factory building.

An elderly man staggered into the factory and closed the door of the factory.

The workshop, which had lost the last ray of light, was completely plunged into darkness.

In the utter darkness and utter silence, all the voices were clear.

"you arrived?"

The old man suddenly asked.

"Um."

"December 9th, Rice Flower Art Museum, the organization wants the stone of life on display."

Another breath was much more rapid.

"You'd better move faster. This is our mission, and we have to get that thing."

"I see."

·

"That's it. Do you need to stay here for dinner?"

Ninomiya Jiro sat on his knees and asked politely.

You don't have to.

He wanted to leave immediately.

"No, I have other things to do this afternoon."

The black-haired police officer politely refused.

"OK."

Jiro Ninomiya reached out and pointed at a servant at will.

"He will take you out, the car is still parked where it was."

"it is good."

Xin Haikong got off the tatami, shook his legs that were about to go numb, and followed behind the servant.

The servant didn't say a word, only one person led the way.

Xin Haikong was also very happy, and one person fell behind, thinking about how to get the gem from this group of people.

There are three enemies in the entire treasure hunt.

First of all, the Ninomiya family whose purpose is unknown.

If he wanted to get the gem, the first enemy he faced was the group of mercenaries arranged by the Ninomiya family.

He now basically fully understands the opponent's defense plan, and it is very simple to arrange for someone to sneak in to capture the treasure, and then escape through the predetermined passage.

But the question is, is what the other party told him really all about the defense?

If he is Kenzaburō Ninomiya, even if he trusts the police again, he will subconsciously give himself another hand.

It cannot be delivered completely.

The hand left by the other party is very likely to be a deadly hand in the later stage.

And, if he did arrange for someone to sneak into the art gallery through his leaked defense map and successfully steal the gem.

How is he going to explain to the Ninomiya family?

How to completely remove one's suspicions is also something that needs to be considered.

What's more, there are the strange thief Kidd and the third party who is hidden in the dark, and he is not sure yet.

"Sir, here we are."

The servant finally spoke his first words.

Xin Haikong opened the rear driver's door and sat in.

The driver in the front seat turned around and was about to speak.

Xinhaikong predicts in advance.

"Please take me to the 3rd Street of Mikacho."

It was midday now, and there were very few vehicles on the street.

Anyway, the boss has already taken the initiative to say that the work of the public security department has other colleagues to share for him, and it would be a bit too ignorant to go back to work again.

In the whole city, the place he felt most at ease was his own home.

The place where he had lived since eight years ago.

The vehicle quickly arrived at its destination.

Xin Haikong got out of the car, trotted all the way into the apartment building, got on the elevator, and rushed into the room.

The whole process was done in one go, without any hesitation.

After returning to the room, he took off his heavy coat while walking, and took out his mobile phone to contact Gin.

When it came time to type, he hesitated.

How should I tell each other?

Bring it up?

Or explain the recent situation in a pure chat style.

[Kenjiro Ninomiya will exhibit the Stone of Life at the Rice Flower Art Museum on December 9th. The police have arranged for me to be in charge of security work. Does the organization need the Stone of Life? —M]

Would it be too abrupt to post like this?

Xin Haikong repeatedly read the text message several times, gritted his teeth and sent it.

He sat down on the sofa, and after a while, he finally got a reply from Gin.

[The police arranged for you to do security? —GIN]

?

Hello! what tone is this...

Can't the police arrange for him to do security?

Or is something bad going to happen after he does security?

Gin's next text message came only a few seconds later.

Xinhai quickly clicked on the text message—

[I'm at the MOTO bar, meet and talk - GIN]

!

The black-haired youth's pupils trembled.

Meet? This matter is so important, has it reached the point of meeting and discussing it in detail?

No, not right.

The meaning between the lines of Jinjiu is that he is now in this "MOTO bar" for some reason that has nothing to do with Xin Haikong.

Jin Jiu's original intention was not necessarily to ask him out, but after seeing his text messages, he felt that some words could not be conveyed well by text messages, thinking that face-to-face interviews would be more convenient, so let him go directly to this bar.

If so, this bar should be very close to where he is.

Xin Haikong took out another mobile phone and opened the map to search for the location of the MOTO bar.

The little red dot quickly locked onto a location only about three kilometers away from his apartment.

Really close.

What kind of things do you need to talk to in person?

If the organization really needs this gem, Gin can just let him do the job.

The need for a face-to-face interview may have confirmed his previous guess that the organization had already sent someone else to carry out this task.

He squeezed the phone tightly and got up from the sofa.

Most of the time, he's not someone who just goes without reservations, without thinking, when he's invited.

But obviously, the invitation to gin does not belong to "most of the time".

In his cognitive category, gin has been classified into the category that can be trusted.

The reason is, on the one hand, because gin is indeed the real wine of the winery, which does not conflict with his position.

Under normal circumstances, there is no possibility of this conscientious big brother hurting him.

On the other hand, it is actually related to the timeline.

At this time, he trusted Gin so much. If Gin did anything to hurt him later, it would be extremely dangerous and fatal to him.

When the future self goes back to the past, even if the organs are exhausted, they must find a way to remove this obstacle in advance.

But the gin is still alive and well.

The attitude towards him is also very friendly.

It doesn't look like there was some kind of confrontation between them.

It shows that Gin has not betrayed himself.

That is—in the eyes of the future self, gin is still trustworthy.

·

At exactly one o'clock in the afternoon, he set off.

Xin Haikong didn't dare to pretend that he was going to the bar, but rather formally wore a shirt and coat, found a khaki fisherman's hat on his head, and wrapped a thick strip around his neck as if afraid of the cold. Thick khaki scarf.

Dressed in such a suffocating manner, it is guaranteed not to be recognized by police colleagues on patrol on the road.

As soon as he left the apartment, he stopped a taxi and asked the other party to take him to the neighborhood where the bar was located.

However, after getting out of the car, the black-haired young man was stunned in the cold wind holding his mobile phone.

Even if it is only one street away, even if you use a mobile phone to navigate, the MOTO bar is still difficult to find.

Xin Haikong searched hard for a long time, and finally found the humble storefront of this bar.

The signboard with black characters on a white background simply reads the four letters MOTO, with a line of tiny "bars" in the lower right corner.

It's not like other bars open in a bustling city, but in a dark alley, and I know with my toes that this must be a stronghold for the organization.

It's a bit exciting. After being a real wine for so long, this is the first time he has come to a place that is suspected to be an organization's stronghold.

The corners of the black-haired youth's lips buried in the scarf twitched unconsciously, and the hand that had been tucked into his sleeve early because of the cold stretched out.

The bar is half a floor below the ground, probably half a basement dug out.

The lighting here must be very poor, maybe the only light source is the glass door at the entrance of the bar.

As a result, the glass doors were still covered with thick curtains.

More opaque.

But to be honest, the black-clothed organization, it's just right to live in the dark all the time, once the light gets through, all of them can't survive.

The young man stretched out his hand and touched the glass door with the curtains with his fingertips. The heating inside should be fully turned on, but the glass door was slightly hot.

Without much effort, he successfully pushed the glass door open a small gap.

The young man stepped in, and the warm and slightly sticky air accompanied by the aroma of the aged wine gently hugged him inside.

As soon as the curtained glass door closed, the bar instantly fell into darkness.

Only a few small corners are flirting with a few dim yellow lamps, and the places where the light cannot spread are naturally divided into several areas by darkness.

I don't know if it's because of the big afternoon, or because this bar is a special stronghold of the organization, and there are no people here.

There was not a single customer on the long and narrow bar in the hall, only a blond bartender was behind the bar, holding his mobile phone to fish.

The decks around are dim, except for one place that looks a little different.

As soon as Xin Haikong entered, he saw the gin sitting on the innermost sofa and the vodka standing beside him.

Gin leaned on the sofa alone, with long silver hair scattered randomly, and the black top hat on his head, which could be called the body, was sloppily placed on the small glass coffee table beside him.

He closed his eyes halfway, the corners of his mouth pursed unconsciously.

The large vodka stayed behind the gin sofa obediently, and from the blank expression on his face, he knew that this guy must be wandering again.

Xin Haikong walked in that direction very consciously.

He walked to the side, only to find that there was a very elegant looking old man sitting across from Gin.

The man was sitting on the sofa directly opposite Gin, and was previously blocked by the back of the sofa, but Xin Haikong didn't even notice him.

This old man had half a hundred temples, his face was covered with layers of wrinkles, his cloudy eyes looked up and down at Xin Haikong, his brows furrowed tightly.

Is it the boss of the organization?

It doesn't feel like it, how could the real winery boss appear directly.

The people in the winery are always pretending to look, and this person can't tell who it is.

Rum? Belmode?

Being able to sit across from Gin always feels possible.

Fortunately, before he went out today, in order to avoid being recognized by his colleagues, he made a disguise in advance, and now only the eyes and the bridge of the nose are exposed.

·

The young man wore a silly khaki felt hat, and the khaki scarf that covered his chin was extremely rustic. But with the right proportion of the figure, the high nose bridge and the amber round eyes, it also walks out of a different sense of trend.

It always feels like the odd-looking outfits of the eighty-five male models in fashion magazines.

Vodka glanced down at the motionless boss, and then raised his head to take a peek at the young man who had just broken in. Question marks filled his mind.

What is this doing? Why does the boss have to bring another person to meet with that guy...

outrageous.

The sound of the glass door being pushed open and the sound of shredding footsteps continuously entered Gin's ears.

Years of training have made him highly sensitive to all sounds. This passive skill is an excellent aid when he is fighting, but most of the time in his life, it is always reduced to an unbearable noise for ordinary people.

Fortunately, he was already used to it.

The sound of footsteps at this time made him extremely familiar.

Even familiar enough to recognize who it is without looking up.

Gee.

This guy is honestly looking for trouble for himself.

Originally thought that he would run to the Metropolitan Police Department to save a little trouble, but he got involved again.

Gin raised his eyes and met the black-haired youth's gaze.

The young man's amber eyes were staring at him crampedly at this time, revealing an uneasy mood, like a chick subconsciously seeking help from its mother.

Gin frowned impatiently, but still motioned the young man to sit on the sofa on his left with his eyes.

After receiving Jin Jiu's gaze, Xin Haikong sat down on the sofa obediently. Gin is the only basis he can be sure of in the organization at the moment, and there is nothing wrong with listening to him.

But isn't he a spy? It stands to reason that the identity should be as secret as possible, and the fewer people who know it, the better.

Why did gin expose him to this old man's gaze?

Could it be that this old man already knew his identity?

Not far away, a charming waitress came, with three glasses of wine on the tray she was holding.

Xin Haikong's eyes were attracted, and he stared at the constantly shaking wine in the transparent wine glass placed in the front of the tray.

The golden liquor exudes a fine light in the dim light of the bar, and it is eye-catching when it flickers.

"When the matter is over, hurry up and leave."

Jin Jiu spoke unceremoniously, and looked straight at the old man sitting on the sofa opposite with his falcon-like eyes.

"No hurries?"

The old man grinned and turned to look at Gin.

"Where did you trick such a little boy into coming here. Does he know what you do?"

Xin Haikong buried his head and pretended that everything had nothing to do with him.

But the corners of his mouth pressed in the scarf still couldn't hold back, and he twitched fiercely.

what is this talking about...

This old man should not know him, but this misunderstanding is a bit outrageous.

Jin Jiu did not pay attention to the old man, and stared at him without moving his eyes, and the expulsion in his eyes was very obvious.

Seeing this, the old man put away the mocking expression and stood up from the sofa.

"Don't forget that."

After saying this, the old man strode out.

Xin Haikong could keenly feel that the vodka behind him suddenly let out a sigh of relief, and the whole person relaxed.

After a long time, this guy is not afraid of gin, but the old man just now.

"Boss, can I sit for a while?"

Vodka lowered his head and glanced at the gin.

He's been standing here for a while.

Jin Jiu pointed his finger at the bar in the center of the hall, glanced at Vodka, and the latter hurriedly left, ran to the bar and sat up.

Before leaving, he did not forget to take a cup of wine from the three glasses of wine brought by the waiter.

After the vodka left, Gin sat in a different direction, facing Xin Haikong.

The other party's gray-green eyes stared at him motionless, bringing a sense of oppression.

But fortunately, the current Xin Haikong is no longer who he was before, and he is very calm with the trump card in his hand and allows Jin Jiu to look at him.

"It looks a little more pleasing to the eye."

Gin said in a low voice.

? ? ?

Xin Haikong tilted his head suspiciously.

What is pleasing to the eye?

But Gin seems to be just a simple rant, and it has no meaning to explain at all.

"Boss..."

I don't know if it's called that right or not, it's also called vodka before.

Anyway, just go according to his own ideas. The reason why he was always nervous when he got along with Jin Jiu before was because he didn't know whether Jin Jiu would do anything to him.

If one is accidentally killed by him, it will not be worth the loss.

But now...

Since gin is trustworthy, it's not a big deal to call it the wrong name every now and then.

Xin Haikong raised his eyes to look at Jinjiu. The other party had a calm look on his face, but the corners of his mouth always opened and closed, as if he wanted to say something.

Really wrong?

Otherwise, he will make up for it?

If you don't call him boss, what else can you call him...

Just call him GIN?

"...Can you not learn to speak with vodka, didn't you call your name directly before?"

The silver-haired man raised his eyebrows, his gray-green eyes glanced at Xin Haikong, his expression was a little speechless.

As if wondering why a guy who used to call him by his first name is so polite this time.

Of course, it is also possible that he was simply embarrassed by this boss.

"Occasionally it's interesting to learn how to speak from that guy."

The black-haired youth tilted his head and smiled indifferently.

"Why did you call me here?"

His attitude relaxed a lot.

Gin accepted that he used to call him by his first name, indicating that there is a high probability that the relationship between them is not an ordinary master and subject.

Either a peer or a subordinate with a less clear relationship.

He needs to start from his own character and find an appropriate way.

Treat people who are similar to friends... The way of getting along with a relatively weak sense of boundary is almost the same.

"Aren't you in the public security class? Why are you going to be a security guard again?"

Xin Haikong's mouth twitched.

not security...

Is the person in charge of security work!

But rounding up is about the same as the job of a security guard.

In other words, Gin is really well-informed about his job changes.

"The Ergong consortium made a special trip to invite me over. It is estimated that the media bragged about Kidd's nemesis too much. They really believed it."

"Tsk."

The silver-haired man frowned, showing a difficult look.

"What's wrong? The organization wants this gem?"

Xin Haikong asked:

"If that's the case, I can also guard myself against theft, don't worry."

"It's not that simple. The organization really needs this gem, but Rum has already sent someone to grab it."

Xin Haikong's pupils shrank.

really.

On Rum's side... Is there a new person coming to the organization?

And Gin uses "over there", as if it's not on the same side as them.

Gin and rum are opposites.

Oops, I'm going to fight three parties this time.

The Ninomiya Foundation, the forces on Rum's side, and the phantom thief Kid.

"Are they going to steal gems on show day too?"

Gin nodded.

"Sure, isn't this the best time? At other times, gems are locked in the vaults of Ninomiya's banks. Your security is not good."

"Then I... let them go to sea?"

Xin Haikong asked tentatively.

"What kind of sea?"

Hearing this, Qin Jiu pouted in disgust.

"Why don't you steal the gems. You won't be able to eat on both sides."

Xin Haikong's mind was lively, and he turned this corner at once.

The organization must get this gem, so as the head of security, he must do something bad with the police.

The gem can't be kept, and there may be a bad voice from the police.

In this case, he will simply take this gem and make contributions to the organization.

So as not to eat both sides.

"I'll get it?"

Gin nodded.

"Come on. Don't let Rum get it."

It's not fair competition.

But it suits his heart deeply, Big Brother is similar in character to him!

The black-haired youth smiled.

"I see. The person sent from Rum's side is..."

Jinjiu seemed to think for a while and said:

"This old guy has the worst news, but I still found out a little bit."

"Oh?"

As expected of the big brother, reliable!

Xin Haikong sat upright, his amber eyes full of anticipation.

"who is it?"

"It's a man."

Xin Haikong's mouth twitched.

He raised his head and confirmed in disbelief that Gin's expression was indeed serious.

Ah, the news is quite complete.

It seems that there are not too many women in the winery.

Gin got up and took a glass of red-brown wine from the tray. The swaying liquor was like brewed black tea.

In his other hand, he held up a glass of light golden wine and handed it to Kan Xin Haikong very thoughtfully.

The black-haired youth took the wine in a daze, lowered his head to smell it, and took a sip.

Sweet, very refreshing, with a hint of grapes, but not at all intoxicating.

what is this?

He looked up at the gin, who raised his glass at him, and drank the reddish-brown liquor in the glass.