Ming Ke: Everyone at the same time thought I was a poor little thing

Chapter 273 Vermouth: So, there is something wrong with your memory

Vermouth leaned back on the sofa, turning a blind eye, her fingertips occasionally flipping through the newspaper in her hand, thinking about the arrival of the newcomer.

Once Yamato Moroboshi and Saku Midorikawa safely return Mojito to Japan, he will be qualified to become a code member.

After completing tasks for a period of time and passing an assessment task, the BOSS will personally give you a code name.

It can be said that after dealing with Mojito, they avoided several years of detours.

Furiya Rei, who was sitting next to Vermouth, met Tequila's pleading eyes, silently looked away, and felt a little uneasy in his heart.

After bullying a regular employee, will his internship period be extended indefinitely?

It is impossible to make amends. Since he has already offended him, he must offend him to death and crush Tequila to death without giving Tequila a chance to turn around and make things difficult for him.

Rei Furuya was silently planning, wondering if he could team up with Sharon to help the boss fire Tequila.

Speaking of Vermouth, Fūya Rei's scattered attention was drawn back to the newcomer she mentioned.

He frowned slightly, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Dai Moroboshi and Saku Midorikawa, these two names seem a little familiar.

"Amuro, do you want me to arrange someone to pick up Midorikawa Saku and Moroboshi Dai?" Vermouth leaned on the sofa and suddenly asked a tentative question.

Midorikawa Saku can take codenamed cadres on a trip around the world, so he must be quite capable.

She really wanted to know how much trust Toru Amuro had in Midorikawa Saku, as this would affect her attitude towards Midorikawa in the future.

As for Zhu Xingdai, he sounds very familiar.

That was the man who snatched the cute little detective from Calvados, wasted the strawberry cake she had ordered, and gave her an unpleasant Bourbon in return.

Vermouth is a mean-spirited person. She has always kept this name in mind, intending to take revenge when she gets the chance.

Jianggu Ling: "..."

Just answer it if you want to. Why are you asking me?

Do I still have the right to say no?

He looked more and more confused.

After not hearing any response for a long time, Vermouth raised her head and looked at Fūya Rei with a blank look.

Vermouth: “???”

Can you please give me a definite answer? What does silence mean?

You want me to guess such a simple question? Are you playing mystery on me?

Jianggu Ling: "??"

Why are you looking at me? Do you want me to pick them up myself?

I'm still tied up, please don't go too far in your bar!

Vermouth carefully discerned his emotions and her expression changed slightly.

Something is wrong, something terribly wrong.

She tilted her head, her fingers hooked into her long golden hair and twisted it around and around, concealing the unusual look on her face. However, a trace of scrutiny deep in her eyes stared at him intently, and her smile remained as beautiful as a flower. "Amuro, why aren't you talking? Is there something wrong with these two names?"

Fūya Rei sat obediently on the chair, frowning impatiently, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Isn't this wrong in every way?

I'm just a newcomer. Why do they ask me whether I should accept them or not? Am I very familiar with them?

He pondered over it, but his blank mind gave him no clues.

Vermouth looked at Furuya Rei inquiringly. Midorikawa Saku was from Tennessee, and Moroboshi Dai had dealt with the detective and Bourbon. Logically speaking, the two of them were acquaintances.

Mojito shouldn't have acted as if he had only heard a slightly familiar name, with a strange barrier. Even if it was a disguise, he shouldn't have shown any abnormality.

Vermouth's eyes flickered, but she didn't reveal anything amiss. She casually picked up the cocktail beside her and took a sip. Then, with an air of anticipation, she asked, "Have you also heard of their reputation among the newcomers?"

After much effort to figure it out, Jōgō Gōra couldn't find the answer, so he gave up on trying to get to the bottom of it.

A free bird will not be trapped in the memories of the past.

He smiled and said, "That's not the case. I guess I've heard of their names before."

He pulled out a clown mask from under his cape and played with it, his fingers poking at the arc of the smile on the mask. He looked very happy, but suddenly said, "You seem to care about them a lot? Sharon, are you in love?"

"No." Vermouth denied.

The emotion on her face had completely disappeared, the hand holding the wine glass froze in mid-air, and her eyes were fixed on the blond young man.

Is there something wrong with your memory?

try again.

She put down the cup and asked casually, "Your ankle is bruised. Let Shirley come over and take a look."

Furiya Rei blinked. Who is Shirley?

He glanced sideways at Vermouth, suspecting that this perceptive woman had sensed something was wrong with his memory. Her purple-gray eyes were filled with mockery and coldness, and her tone was as light as the first snow: "I don't remember our relationship being this good."

He leaned slightly closer, his cold breath hitting Vermouth's face. He stared at her inquiringly and asked in a friendly voice, "What evil plan are you planning?"

Vermouth's heart trembled, and she subconsciously held her breath, resisting the urge to retreat. She extended her cold index finger to his forehead, gently pushing him away, and said in an ambiguous voice, "That gentleman asked me to guarantee your safety. I can't wait until you return to Japan and your legs are broken."

"So that's what you're worried about." Fūya Rei put his fist to his lips, laughed darkly, and consoled him in a gentlemanly manner, "Don't worry, the chains can't trap the clown~"

Vermouth smiled and said, "Then I won't be called Shirley anymore."

Fūya Rei tilted his head, but there was no smile in his eyes. His voice was soft and ethereal: "Sherry? Is he a doctor from the United States?"

Vermouth closed her mouth and sighed in her heart.

He didn't remember Shirley, he didn't remember Moroboshi Dai, and he even forgot his own subordinate Midorikawa Saku.

It's confirmed that this guy has a serious memory problem.

After getting the answer, Vermouth finally felt relieved. Only then did she realize that her back was wet with cold sweat.

She couldn't help but feel fortunate that Miyano Toru's current personality was Mojito, not the cautious and suspicious Bourbon, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to test out the result so smoothly.

Bourbon was best at playing witty banter with her, being vague and unclear, without a single word of truth being said.

Fortunately, she is not a detective who can see through everything, otherwise she would have been exposed by the detective if it was just an idea.

Fortunately, he is neither a worrywart who knows human nature well nor an even more terrifying agent. If it were these two personalities, even if she just had an idea, it would be exposed directly, and those two despicable people would pretend to act with her and treat her as a fool.

But even though detectives were her favorite, she had to admit that Mojito was the easiest to deceive.

Because of his obsession with and pursuit of freedom, he has invisibly paid less attention to people, and thus appears less intelligent.

Of course, this is in contrast to other personalities.

as well as--

How does Gin do things? He didn't mention this when handing over the work. Did he not notice the problem or was he deliberately trying to trick me?

Beneath Vermouth's mysterious face lies a cold measure.