The Red Side is Always Blocking My Dog ​​leash

The days off are really idle. Unlike other (setup) peers, Mr. A does not have the pressure of further studies, heavy homework, and does not have the troubles of their youth. For example, a girl you have a crush on, a dead enemy you can't stand, and so on...

So during this time, his daily routine consisted only of sleeping, eating, and surfing the Internet.

Amuro Toru's work is very busy, in most cases, there is only A-Jun at home.

Although Amuro Toru was quite critical of his decadent living state. But after repeated sermons, A-Jun cheered up for a day or two, and then he was powerless even though he still did not change his attitude.

After all, he couldn't keep staring at Mr. A.

Mr. A now has two mobile phones, one is empty, and he has not received an email from his boss for a long time, and the other is bought by him at the end of last year, which contains the contact information of various people he knows as Fujita Yoshiki. It also includes Qiusawa Yao's.

Except for Qiu Zeyao, there are more or less records on the chat interface of others. Kudo Shinichi also asked him which school he is currently attending, how is his review progress, and whether he wants to enjoy cherry blossoms together in April, etc. They were all blurred by Mr. A.

As for Amuroto's two old classmates, it was likely that they had been revealed to them, and they didn't say anything about these topics. They only occasionally asked about the current situation, and veiled sideways on Amuroto's affairs. A Jun also calmly dealt with the past.

As for the special agent who first met in the United States, that is, Will, the last time the two contacted was on New Year's Day. The message from the other party was that Mr. A was bored in the ward by himself.

So I chatted with him for more than two hours, but I couldn't remember exactly what I said the next day, it was all nonsense without nutrition.

The last sentence the other party sent, see you next time. Even though he didn't think there was a chance to see him again, Mr. A politely replied in the affirmative.

No news after that.

The only fly in the ointment is that he has not been able to find the guy from Karuya, but the other party has not shown up so far, and the so-called third meeting seems to be a long way off.

The residence in Tokyo is where Mr. A put the dolls given by the nurse sister. Now the pair of dolls are full of cassettes of various games. They are stored separately from customs clearance and non-clearance, which is enough to glimpse a corner of Mr. A's depraved life.

Every time Amuro comes back and sees A-kun curled up on the sofa playing video games, or PS4, full of heaven, he always feels a subtle and complicated mood.

On the one hand, as a parent, it is the sadness of seeing their children addicted to games, but on the other hand, they are very happy that Mr. A is holding a gamepad in his hand, and it is only a virtual game character who shoots and kills.

However, it's good to have the same hobbies as ordinary young people, but it's not very good if you continue to indulge like this.

Because of his training attitude of three days of fishing and two days of netting, after rigorous measurement, his weight was 21.38 pounds heavier than when he first returned to Japan, and his face was much rounder.

At first, in line with the principle of not talking about their separate work, Toru Amuro didn't ask about the details of Mr. A's so-called vacation, thinking that he would be busy again as soon as before. But after half a month, he gradually realized that something was wrong.

Asked about Mr. A, the latter also looked uncertain. After all, Rum, who is now his clear boss, has long since become a hands-off shopkeeper, and the other party is also busy with troubles in Europe, so he probably can't remember the existence of Mr. A in a short time.

As for the actual boss, whether that gentleman will assign work or not depends on the people under his subordinates. Due to so many lessons from the past, anyone with a little brain knows to avoid the limelight, and they must be quiet for a while.

So it's really hard to say how long this vacation will last.

On the twentieth day, Amuro brought back bad news.

Mr. A's half mouthful of thick soup was almost explained on the dining table. He raised his head in disbelief and pointed his index finger at himself: "Me? Go to school?"

In fact, this was also a decision made by Amuro after careful consideration. He himself had this plan for a long time, but he had no chance to realize it before.

The memory in Mr. A’s head is less than a year. In this year, what he did most was killing and learning to kill. He occasionally did good deeds, and because of this, he lay in the hospital for three months. During the three months, half of the It's rehab, recovery, and rounding up is doing nothing.

To sum up, Mr. A is actually half illiterate.

Too little knowledge reserve will make people's thinking limited and easy to be deceived - otherwise, Mr. A will not join this organization, and even if this is not mentioned, Mr. A needs a skill different from killing for him. future life.

Otherwise, after the organization is eliminated, with his current skill tree, he can only apply for bodyguards.

Therefore, out of various considerations, Toru Amuro decided to make his neighbor's brother earn money for his younger brother to go to school in Tokyo. school visit."

Mr. A: …

"I think..." he said with difficulty, "If I want to go, I should start from the third year of high school. But my knowledge level is probably not enough to pass the entrance exam. If I go to the elementary school, I will be too old."

Don't be reluctant to a person with amnesia... Although he does remember some school knowledge, the speculation about his high school graduation also comes from this. But it is precisely because of this that I don't want to read high school again!

what is this? Back to hell?

Amuro Toru smiled and said: "Isn't the person who first told Kudo-kun that he was studying in Tokyo, A-kun? Sooner or later, the lie will be exposed, not to mention that the other party is still a detective, and if he continues to let A-kun stay at home, he will lose body fat. The rate will soar to more than 50."

"You don't need to worry about the entrance test. The school I applied for can be admitted without test. As for your studies... If it is Mr. A, there is absolutely no problem."

"No, you don't have to trust me so much..."

Mr. A saw the words "rejection and invalidity" in the eyes of the other party. In this case, unless he ran away from home, it was a sure thing to return to the third year of high school.

A Jun scooped up a small spoon of pumpkin cream soup, and his depressed mood barely warmed up. He also understood that Amuro was planning for him, and finally nodded with a heavy heart: "Okay."

It's only seven months anyway, and it's estimated that he will start working again after reading it for too long.

Amuro saw through his thoughts at a glance: "If you have a job, I can help you ask the teacher for leave."

A Jun was greatly shocked: "You don't have to do this! I already know my mistake, and I will never be lazy in daily training in the future."

Helpless, Amuro seems to be determined to pull him out of the abyss of illiteracy. Mr. A even suspects that the other party not only wants him to repeat his third year of high school, but also wants him to finish the university that he didn't have time to go to when he was alive in another world.

No need, really.

Mr. A returned to the bedroom blank, routinely checked two mobile phones, his dull eyes slowly focused, he blinked, turned and flew out of the room: "Brother Tou!"

The black-haired boy, like a happy bird, flew in front of him in a blink of an eye. Amuro took the phone at the urging of the other party, read the text on it clearly, and quickly deciphered the encrypted message in his mind.

time and location.

The sender is—

Rum…

Amuro was stunned for a moment, and then heard Mr. A's cheerful voice: "It just happens to be the same day as going to school, so there's nothing I can do."

Toru Amuro:…

"Ah... yes..."

What an unexpected coincidence. However, "I'll explain it to the principal, it's totally fine to postpone it for a few days..." You have to go to school sooner or later, so accept your fate.

He knocked Mr. A on the head and returned the phone, "I won't let you have a chance to escape, so make up your mind early."

A Jun instantly wilted like an eggplant beaten by frost, "Oh."

But it always delayed the time to face hell. Thinking of this, he cheered up a little, put his mobile phone in the pocket of his home clothes, and decided to play the switch for two more hours tonight to comfort his injured soul.

Then he was forcibly thrown back to the bedroom by Amuro Toru.

Mr. A: …TVT…

It stands to reason why Rum, who is focused on the European side, suddenly sent a letter, Mr. A did not understand until he went to the meeting place and got the specific information of this work.

Physical paper is obviously more favored than virtual information that may be stolen, and Mr. A is very accustomed to this kind of behavior.

It was two acquaintances who acted with him this time, and Mr. A narrowed his eyes when he saw the two names.

Rye, Scotland.

Continuing to look down, his brows gradually wrinkled.

Ley is in the limelight now, and the organization thinks that he will be the next gin. Rum and he should not have crossed each other, and it is nearly two years before he exposes his undercover identity, so the problem should not lie with him. .

Scotland is pretty unremarkable compared to the other two whiskies. But it is only relative. In fact, his promotion speed is already very fast for other members of the organization. People who have come into contact with him will initially think that the Scots are good-natured, not like a serious criminal, and all kinds of people. He can quickly make a good relationship, his smile is very decent, but he is decisive and resolute when he starts. Therefore, even in the organization, it can be regarded as a unique style.

He didn't have much contact with Rum, but he could be regarded as Gin's subordinate.

Mr. A pressed the lighter, and soon the sheets of paper were burned into thin ashes.

[Mr. System, I remember that the identity of the Scottish undercover agent was exposed because there were undercover agents from the winery in the Metropolitan Police Department, is that so? 】

[System: Yes. 】

That mission this time...

Mr. A looked at it again.

The name of the assassination target is very familiar. Mr. A has seen it on the news a few times before. The reason why he became their target this time should be due to his behavior.

After all, most people in the Japanese political circles have a direct or indirect relationship with the organization. They either voluntarily boarded the pirate ship or were threatened by various black materials.

The target's style of painting is different from others. Since he entered the Cabinet Office, he has been working on rectifying the Metropolitan Police Department and the National Police Agency. The ultimate goal is to bring Japan's crime rate back below a single digit. This approach may be blocked. The way of the organization, or maybe his competitors want to get rid of him...

There is no detailed explanation of how, and that is not what Mr. A cares about. It's the inexplicable sentence on the last line of the paper—

Keep an eye on Scotland.

When he fell into thinking, the system said, [This is the real world, and there is absolutely no possibility of one thing happening. And because of your participation, it is normal for the plot to deviate. The world will fix bugs on its own, but it's limited and needs your help. 】

[System: No matter what the specific process is, as long as important nodes are guaranteed to occur at the right time, it will have no impact. 】

[A gentleman: In other words, the undercover agent installed in the Metropolitan Police Department may not have gone, or he may have gone but did not reach the position he should have. So Rum is suspicious of Scotland because of the amendment? 】

[System: This is one of the possibilities. 】

Mr. A thought about it carefully, [So, I not only have to complete the task, but also help the world at a critical moment, so that the key nodes appear in time. Do unpaid labor without pay. 】

Good guy, why wasn't this one listed on the contract before?

[A Jun: This is definitely a scam! It's a scam! 】

[System: ... This is not forced coercion, you have the right to choose, so it is not a scam. 】

It makes sense to say this, but if Mr. A chooses to ignore it. Once the correction fails, the world collapses and his mission cannot be completed, and his future is over. So it seems that the right to choose is given, but in fact there is only one way!

A Jun turned the lighter, a gust of wind blew the thin ash away, and his eyes drifted into the distance.

Although he had doubted it before, the head office of the system is indeed very formal. For a desperate host, adding this amount of money is actually irrelevant. Whether it is added or not, those who will sign will sign, and those who do not sign will not be because of this. And change your mind. So the other party really doesn't need to be clever in this kind of place.

[A gentleman: Can I complain to the headquarters? 】

[System: ...I hope you don't. 】

This is the first time the system starts with me, which represents the subjective will, and also did not use your honorific title, Mr. A raised his eyebrows in surprise because of the decisiveness of the system.

【A Jun: Why? 】

It took a while for the system to reply, [Sorry. I can't tell you now. 】

[A gentleman: Is this your judgment? 】

[System: Yes. 】

[A gentleman: That's fine. Wait until you think you can tell me. 】

He believes the systematic concealment is well-intentioned. Even if the system is not a carbon-based creature, it is slightly slow to understand human emotions. But there is no doubt that the other party is human.

After getting along for such a long time, he can still be sure of this, and the other party has taken care of him from beginning to end.

Including so-called escrow, later developed auto-targeting at his request, and free pain shielding…

The system will not harm him. In fact, there is no other choice but to think so. After all, he couldn't really complain to the headquarters.

Mr. A took out his mobile phone for work and sent two emails to Scotland and Ley respectively. They had to find a time to agree on an action plan—

If the operatives are more Buddhist, this is usually arranged by the intelligence personnel, and all members will decide if they have no opinion.

Known: Scotland is a sniper and sniper, Rye is a sniper and sniper.

Q: Who are the intelligence officers?

A-jun blinked.

Bourbon is an intelligence agent!