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"Let's go." Bourbon packed his things and stood up.

"It's almost dawn," he said, looking at the sky.

After daybreak, it will be Jianggu Ling’s home court.

"Going back." He threw the things into the trash can and took out the car keys.

"See you next time." Scotland crushed the empty can, threw it into the trash can, put on his helmet and got on the motorcycle.

"Bye." Bourbon waved his hand, opened the door and got in the car.

"Goodbye, Scottish brother." Aito said goodbye to the figure riding the motorcycle.

Scotland didn't reply, he just raised his hand and waved without looking back.

He soon left on his motorcycle.

Miyamoto Aito also got into the passenger seat, and Daifuku sat in the back seat.

Bourbon glanced at the stuffed bear in the back seat through the rearview mirror and didn't say much.

The stuffed bear wasn't there before, but when he came out of the convenience store, the other person was already sitting in the car.

I didn't see anything running behind their car along the way.

strange things.

But if it has anything to do with Avicril, it's actually not that strange.

Bourbon drove the car into the parking garage quietly, got out of the car and began to deal with the marks on the car.

Clean the marks on the tires and check if there are any items left on the car.

Refilled the fuel tank, but it was not full.

After everything was done and the car was left the same as last night, Bourbon stopped and wiped his hands with a towel.

"Why are you still here?" He looked at the boy who had been standing next to him.

"But we haven't said goodbye yet..." Aito pursed his lips and said.

"...Okay, see you tonight." Bourbon laughed dumbly and put down the towel.

"Okay, see you tonight." The white-haired boy nodded vigorously with a bright smile.

After saying goodbye, Aito took Dafu's hand...or bear's paw and left the garage.

Bourbon went back and took a shower before lying on the bed.

When he opened his eyes again, it was Toru Amuro, or Rei Fangtani, who woke up.

Almost as soon as he opened his eyes, he felt something strange about his body.

heavy.

Inexplicably heavy.

It was as if there was a mountain of weight on my body.

He couldn't help but frown, clenching his fists hard, and the blue blood vessels on his arms became more and more obvious.

"Yesterday..." Fangtani Rei looked up his memory.

He was investigating the organization's undercover affairs as Bourbon. After a whole day of investigation, he returned home and fell asleep...

No matter how he looked at the pictures in his memory, there was nothing wrong with it, but he always had the feeling that he was a bystander.

It was as if it was not him who did those things, but another person.

But if it’s not him, then who is it?

Whether it's Bourbon or Toru Amuro, it's obviously him.

And he also has memories.

Although somewhat inconsistent.

During this time, he always felt that he had a deeper understanding of Bourbon's identity.

Is it because he hypnotizes himself every day?

He needs to be more immersed in Bourbon's identity, but he cannot be so immersed that he forgets himself.

Undercover agents have a high chance of suffering from mental illness or mental illness, and Jiang Guling is very clear about this.

He even knew very clearly that he already had signs.

He even knew when he started to get on the verge of madness.

It was when the undercover agent of the organization had to commit crimes, and when he witnessed the people targeted by the organization dying one after another before his eyes.

It was also when I saw my friend lying in a pool of blood with my own eyes.

Experience after experience has created his soul that is wandering on the edge of madness.

He is like a person walking on a cliff with only a rope tied to his body. When the rope breaks, he will fall into the abyss.

He is also very aware of the consequences of being hypnotized multiple times, but...

So what? Fang Gu Ling doesn't care.

In order to better achieve the goal and complete the task, whether it is using others or using yourself, Jiang Guling does not care.

So he stood in front of the mirror again.

The blond man faced the mirror, stared at himself in the mirror with blue eyes, and began daily self-hypnosis.

"I am Bourbon..."

After a hundred times of self-hypnosis ended, a smile appeared on the corner of Bourbon's mouth in the mirror.

After washing up and changing clothes, he slowly went downstairs.

At this time, the heaviness in the body has disappeared and the relaxed state has returned again.

"Good morning." He even greeted everything he saw in a cheerful tone.

For example, the white Shiba Inu, the robot that diligently plays BGM to itself while cleaning, and the stuffed bear that walks heavily.

And the last boy I saw was sitting at the dining table.

"Good morning, Brother Tou." The young man held toast in his hand and raised his eyes in greeting.

"Morning." Amuro Touya said cheerfully and raised his eyes.

His eyes looked at the other person without any trace.

The crown was a previous birthday gift. The other person seemed to like it very much, so he kept wearing it.

The clothes are the same as I usually wear to school, so there is no problem.

The only difference appears in the opponent's hands.

The nails on the hands wearing black half-finger gloves now turned black, which was extremely conspicuous on the already extremely white hands.

Is Aviciel wearing nail polish?

Is this a new hobby?

Why do boys wear nail polish?

Doubts kept popping up in Toru Amuro's heart.

Calm adults who never engage in such fancy things said they couldn't understand it.

When dealing with Avicril, it is best to ask directly if you have any doubts, rather than relying on your own guessing.

So Toru Amuro asked directly.

"Why did you put on nail polish all of a sudden?" The blond man asked in a curious and natural tone as he sat down at the dining table.

"Because an older brother said that I am very suitable for black..." The white-haired boy looked at his black nails and answered Toru Amuro's question with a smile.

"A member of the organization?" Toru Amuro asked, raising an eyebrow.

When he came back last night, Avicril had already fallen asleep, so he didn't meet Avicril. It seemed that the nail polish was applied yesterday.

This sentence is suitable for black...

It’s really meaningful no matter how you experience it.

Avicril is obviously more suitable for white.

"Yeah!" Aito nodded.

He didn't say who it was, and Toru Amuro didn't ask.

There are too many members in the organization, and most of the members that Avicril knows are unknown to him. Even if Avicril tells the other party's code name, Toru Amuro cannot find out who they are.

"It's really bad to put nail polish on a boy like you." Toru Amuro said in a tone that said why is that guy so bad.

"Can't boys wear nail polish?" The white-haired boy tilted his head, and Bai Yujuan also tilted his head as he squatted on a special chair nearby.

The movements of one person and one dog are surprisingly consistent.

Even his expression was the same confused and confused.

"When you go to school today, you can observe whether any male students in the class are wearing nail polish, and then you will understand." Amuro Toru said patiently.

"What he does may cause others to reject you." He said worriedly.

"Is that so?" Aito nodded thoughtfully, seeming to understand.

It seems that no other boys in school wear nail polish, but...

It doesn't matter, because he's not playing with anyone else.

Morohoshi and the others don't care about nail polish.

And as for his family, it doesn't matter whether he is a boy or a girl.

It will not affect family relationships.

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