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- The timeline goes forward.

When Natsuki got the package sent by vodka, he was still holding a letter.

It was gin who let vodka hand it over.

Natsuki was a little puzzled.

If this letter was given to him by ginjiu and ginjiu, then vodka should directly say "the boss asked me to hand it over to you" instead of "the boss asked me to hand it over to you".

This shows that the letter was sent to Natsuki by another person.

It's just that it gets into the hands of the ginjiu, and then the gin wine is handed over.

This shows that the other party knows ginjiu.

Is it the person of the organization?

That night, Natsuki sat at the end of the bed, his fingertips swirling with smoke from burning cigarettes.

He took a deep breath and let the nicotine linger in his lungs.

After a long time, he slowly spit it out.

Previously, Natsuki confirmed that he did not have much contact with the organization through contact with vodka gin.

In addition to the funds, the only thing left between him and the organization was the task given to him by Gin Jiu.

This is what he won over little by little after coming to this world.

His connection with the organization has so far been limited to gin and vodka.

No one else.

Why would someone send him a letter by name?

And also through the hand of ginjiu.

There was no impression in the memory of the predecessor, and Natsuki knew nothing about it.

This sudden and uncontrollable thing made Xia Mu add complicated thoughts to his heart.

Only rely on cigarettes to relieve it.

Natsuki opened the envelope, and when he opened it, he felt a slight resistance.

It seemed that there was something inside that prevented him from opening.

But this resistance was not great, and Natsuki's fingers were disassembled with a slight force.

Inside the envelope, a hair was clipped.

The ends are fixed separately inside the envelope, and once someone takes it apart, the hair will break.

Natsuki checked the fixed traces, and there was nothing special.

That is, you haven't seen the gin?

A faint smell of perfume mixed with the smell of nicotine slowly lingered.

Slightly bitter, with a bit of pungency.

And a little... Say?

Natsuki didn't know how to describe it.

"L'HEURE VERTE"

ABSINTHE.

For some reason, the name of this perfume popped up in my mind.

Regarding the sender, Natsuki had some guesses.

Sister Bei, Belmode, known as the Thousand-Faced Witch.

In this way, Gin Wine really doesn't need to be seen, if he wants to know, he can ask directly.

[Martini

hasn't seen you for years, but now you're older.] Gin told me that you have started working for the organization, and I don't know if this is good or bad for you.

We can be both of God and the devil. Since we re trying to raise the dead against the stream of time

, I respect your choice.

The rush back last time, didn't get to see you, next time.

Vermouth]

in English to the effect that we are both gods and demons. Because we want to reverse the tide of time and bring the dead back to life.

It was Belmod who was explaining the purpose of the organization for Natsuki.

There is a message in and out of the words.

Belmode, meet Natsuki!

And it seems to be quite related.

The first sentence at the beginning of the letter is Martini, known as the king of cocktails.

And Martini's base wines are gin and vermouth.

So that's the name of Natsuki's wine?

Belmod is said to have a good relationship with the boss, and may be able to suggest to the boss to decide on the name of Natsuki's wine.

Natsuki didn't feel anything about this.

He was more concerned about another thing.

If Martini were himself.

So, doesn't that mean

Himself is the son of Belmode!

Gin Jiu is his own father!

Gin wine while letting Natsuki work, while taking Xia Mu's hard-earned money, driving a Porsche outside every day?

Is that really the case?

Good guy, Sister Bei becomes Mother Bei?

Natsuki felt a little incredulous.

He needed to find gin to confirm.

It's best to bring some more gifts.

For example, Fang Tian painted a halberd....

Fang Tian drew a halberd and specialized in stabbing his righteous father.

But Fan Qinjiu nodded and admitted, and he stabbed it over.

Don't hang the street lamp first, solve this matter first.

No, stab first and then say, rather stab wrong, don't let go!

Hiss—

the more I thought about it, the more Natsuki felt a little impatient.

He couldn't wait to poke the gin a few times.

......

- The timeline goes back to the present.

After sending Xiao Wei to Yuanzi's house again, Natsuki came to the Polestar Bar alone.

He made an appointment to meet Gin Jiu here.

Natsuki was carrying a long guitar backpack containing his gift for ginsake.

- his handpicked wrench.

Time was short, and he did not buy Fang Tian's Halberd.

But if you have a heart, I believe that Gin Jiu will not mind.

Under the guidance of the waiter, Natsuki came to the box agreed in advance.

Gin and vodka have not yet arrived.

This time it was not a mission, so Gin Jiu was not very willing to come at first.

It was still after Xia Mu said that Gin Jiu reluctantly agreed.

As a model worker, Gin Jiu is estimated to be performing a task outside at the moment.

Natsuki ordered himself a martini and sat in his seat and waited.

He doesn't drink it, he just lets it go.

I just wanted to see how Gin reacted.

After a long time, belated gin and vodka walked in.

Along with it, there was a faint smell of gunsmoke, as well as the smell of blood.

Gin wine which just killed the traitor back?

"Say, whatever."

Gin Jiu did not sit down, and seemed to be ready to leave after three or two words.

Should I really be a model worker?

At the same time, Gin Jiu's gaze noticed the wine glass on the table.

This wine, he is very familiar.

A certain woman often teased him.

At the same time, he also noticed the large backpack that Natsuki was carrying behind his back.

Look at the volume, inside is enough to put a sniper rifle, or a submachine gun.

But he didn't make any moves.

With his gun drawing speed, and marksmanship.

Natsuki estimated that before he took the gun out of his backpack, he had already turned into a corpse.

What's more, judging from recent contacts, Natsuki's loyalty is quite passable.

There is no reason to do it.

"Boss, do you know this wine too?"

Natsuki tightened the backpack straps on his shoulders and said with a smile.

"This is the wine mentioned in that letter you gave me. So I ordered a glass just to taste what it tasted like.

Natsuki noticed that Gin Jiu's brow frowned slightly.

"What did the woman say in the letter?"

After a moment of silence, Gin Jiu asked.

"Nothing, it's just that he called me Martini, and it seems to be my code name."

Natsuki shook the wine glass in his hand.

"Boring joke."

Gin dropped a sentence, then turned around and left with vodka.

"Oops. Boss, wait!

Natsuki quickly got up and blocked the door.