Mihua Harbor in the evening was shrouded in a fairly common and common blowing wind and torrential rain.
In front of the warehouses and houses at the port, bright or dim, pale or orange lights shine through, decorating the seemingly peaceful and peaceful Mihua Harbor in the rain.
"Ta-ta-ta-ta..."
A man wearing a blue-gray coat and a black sweater ran quickly past the rows of houses, walked through a dark and depressing alley, and stopped in front of a door bathed in warm, bright yellow light.
The brown-haired man raised his head, and a sideways sign hanging on the left side of the door caught his eye.
The thick iron signboard is engraved with the image of a spider. The spider's abdomen has a red funnel-shaped concavity, and its eight spider legs are shining coldly under the wash of the rain.
Under the spider pattern, the English word [Black Widow] is engraved, which means "Black Widow".
The cold rain kept falling, and the brown-haired man without an umbrella quickly averted his eyes, pushed open the door of the Black Widow Bar, and walked in.
The inside and outside of the bar seem to be two different worlds. The stylish classical decoration, slightly dim light and soft music create a warm atmosphere.
Anyone who comes to this bar through wind and rain will naturally associate it with beautiful words such as "home" and "harbour" in their mind.
"Oh, it's raining so heavily..."
The brown-haired man brushed the rain off his body with his hands, walked to the bar, and complained: "The weather forecast is not accurate at all."
The bar was not big, so he walked to the bar in a few steps and said to the bartender who was looking at him with a frown:
"I want to be like him."
There was only one customer sitting in front of the bar: he was tall, with an unusually broad jaw, wearing a black hat, sunglasses, and a black suit, like a fat black crow.
There was a small wine glass placed in front of this guest. The glass contained clear silver-white wine, which seemed to be just enough for one sip.
But he didn't seem to be in the mood to drink at all. He tapped the index finger of his right hand on the bar table at the brown-haired man sitting on his left.
The brown-haired man sat up straight, took out a bulging envelope from the inner pocket of his coat, placed it on the spotlessly wiped table, and pushed it towards the burly man in black whose organization codename was "Vodka."
Vodka took the envelope and put it into his suit pocket without looking at it.
Behind the bar, there was a clanging sound, and the bartender began to make a cocktail for the new guest.
"Don't you need to confirm what's inside?" the brown-haired man asked with a teasing smile.
"Hmph!" Vodka sneered disdainfully, "If it's a fake, your life will be gone."
He also took out a thick envelope from the pocket on the other side of his black suit and placed it on the table in front of the brown-haired man.
"I just want to make sure." The brown-haired man picked up the yellow envelope in front of him, pulled out a thick stack of banknotes, and counted them quickly.
"As you wish." Vodka picked up the small glass in front of him and drank the liquid in it.
The bartender's bartending work has reached the final stage. The mixing bottles are flying and dancing in his hands, and the sound of "clack-clack" has a strange rhythm.
After a while, the brown-haired man finished counting the banknotes and put away the envelope full of banknotes: "OK, that's right."
The bartender also finished mixing drinks, placed the small wine glass filled with silver-white liquor on the coaster, clamped the handle between the index and middle fingers of his right hand, and gently pushed it towards the brown-haired man:
"I've kept you waiting for a long time."
"Then what is the next job?" The brown-haired man picked up the wine glass, stared at the slightly rippling liquid inside, and asked, "I have to know what the key points of the next job are, right?"
"You know what?"
The music in the bar stopped suddenly. At some point, another person sat on the left side of the brown-haired man.
This man who suddenly appeared like a ghost was wearing a black hat and a black windbreaker, with his long silver hair hanging casually on his back.
The man codenamed "Gin" in the black organization is cruel and cold-blooded. He is mainly responsible for assassinating and eliminating traitors in the organization. He is a cadre who receives direct orders from "that gentleman".
"Recently, there has been a rat sneaking around the organization and doing some shameful things." Gin's face, half covered by bangs, turned slightly to the right, and his right eye without any emotion stared at the brown-haired man, "Do you have anything to do with this?
Ever heard of it?”
The atmosphere was tense, and a big drop of cold sweat broke out on the brown-haired man's face, and he nervously replied: "No... not very clear. I haven't heard of it."
"Is that so..." Gin sighed inexplicably.
The brisk music in the bar started again.
"Then the job here is to dig out that mouse?" Feeling that the atmosphere was more relaxed, the brown-haired man asked while bringing the wine glass in his hand close to his lips.
"No." Gin's answer made him stop what he was doing, "I already have an idea of who the mouse is."
"Really..." The brown-haired man narrowed his eyes and sweat dropped. In order to suppress the fear in his heart, he quickly took a sip of the cocktail in the glass.
"This wine is so delicious!" The feeling on his taste buds refreshed him. He raised his head and asked the bartender, "What kind of cocktail is it?"
The bartender didn't answer him, but kept his head down and tinkered with something.
The music style in the bar suddenly changed, from relaxed to heavy and depressing, as if someone who was enjoying a wonderful vacation suddenly found that he still had an important task that he had not completed.
And the deadline for completing this work is just one hour later.
"rum."
A deep male voice came from his left: "Made with Cointreau orange wine and a small amount of lemon juice to make the X.Y.Z. cocktail."
"After drinking this glass of wine, everything should be over." Looking at him, Gin smiled sinisterly.
The brown-haired man's pupils shrank suddenly and kept trembling.
The temperature in the bar seemed to have dropped to freezing point, and the three people sitting in front of the bar were motionless with their own thoughts.
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After all, it was the brown-haired man who couldn't bear the invisible pressure of being sandwiched between gin and vodka. He hurriedly put down the half-drunk cocktail, stood up in a hurry, and left a sentence:
"Then, if you find another job, please take care of me then."
He hurriedly walked to the door of the bar, ran outside the bar without looking back, and disappeared into the wind and rain, which was even fiercer than before.
…
In the bar, it is still warm and comfortable, and the music is still soft.
"Is this okay, brother? Just let him go." Vodka stood up, took the glass and sat down where the brown-haired man had been, and said, "He must be the mouse."
"Yeah." Gin once again showed a standard villain smile, "Don't worry."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... Poor little guy, why don't you stay in my tavern for a little longer? In that case, maybe you can live a little longer. He still doesn't understand you guys very well."
A third voice intervened, and Gin and Vodka raised their heads in unison.
It turned out to be the bartender who had been silent just now, sipping a glass of sparkling wine, leaning on the bar with his arms supporting his upper body, looking at them with a half-smile.
Without saying a word, Gin took out a pistol from his waist and pointed it at the ignorant bartender.
This bar is a secret meeting place for the black organization, and the people who work in it are the lowest level personnel of the organization.
The low-level people who don't even have a code name for the sake have only value as tools in Gin's eyes.
A tool man's unscrupulous judgment is undoubtedly an overstep.
Transcendence means abnormality. And abnormality often points to——
Insider!
Gin’s mole radar is on!
His finger slightly pulled the trigger, and the next moment, the bullet fired from his beloved gun Beretta M92F was about to penetrate the head of the bartender in front of him.
He didn't even ask for the name, and Gin didn't want to remember the name of the person he was about to kill.
But what made him a little confused was that this weird bartender just kept a professional smile and looked at the black muzzle of the gun.
There is no trace of fear in the face of death.
"Oh, it's a gun. It's so scary." The bartender took a sip of wine and said in an exaggerated manner, "Thankfully, I even manually controlled the music playback to help you heighten the atmosphere..."
Vodka also took out his own Browning M1935. As long as the gin boss gave the order, he wouldn't mind changing the bartender in this bar.
But Gin didn't fire yet, he just stared at the leisurely bartender in front of him.
The three of them faced off for a full three minutes.
Gin's muscles tensed.
Vodka is like a formidable enemy.
The bartender looked nonchalant as he sipped the wine in his glass.
It wasn't until Vodka's arm holding the gun started to feel sore and stiff that Gin sighed and put down the gun: "Put the gun away, Vodka."
"Huh?" Vodka glanced at his elder brother in surprise. Although he was very confused, he still put away the gun obediently.
"A glass of Rattlesnake." Gin also put the gun back on his waist and said coldly to the bartender, "Can you mix it, you fake bartender?"
"Of course." The bartender smiled and began to prepare the ingredients for making the Rattlesnake cocktail, and did not forget to remind him, "By the way, you have to remember to pay me the price of the drink for that person just now."
Gin was silent.
"I'll take it as your acquiescence if you don't say anything?" the bartender said in a chatty tone, "Did that person drive here? Counting the time, it's almost time to explode."
"BOOM!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the roar of the explosion came from not far away.
The bartender shook his head, "So, drinking and driving is not allowed."
Vodka looked at the bartender in shock, who seemed to be able to predict things. Coupled with his elder brother's strange attitude, his limited capacity brain was already filled with question marks.
"Here, your Rattlesnake." Even though he kept talking, the bartender's work did not stop at all. Soon, he casually placed the prepared Rattlesnake cocktail in front of the gin, and added it without worry.
One sentence:
"Remember to pay for three drinks."
After saying that, he turned back and wiped the dishes without making any sound.
After a while, Gin's cell phone rang, and he answered the call: "It's me."
The other end of the phone quickly reported something, and Gin replied calmly: "I understand. You can withdraw immediately."
If the brown-haired man chooses to take a taxi back instead of driving his own car, the sniper ambushing in the dark will kill him.
Gin has always had zero tolerance for rats in the organization.
"Hmph." Vodka sneered, took out the envelope given to him by the brown-haired man, glanced at the mysterious bartender unconsciously, and said to Gin, "By the way, brother, what should I do with this gun smuggling information?"
"Everything is going according to plan. Anyway, we have asked him to prepare the money. It just depends on whether he understands what we mean." Gin took a sip of Rattlesnake.
Vodka was a little worried: "Yeah. But this could also be a trap..."
"It's not too late to make a conclusion after contacting the other party."
"Ha, that's true."
"and……"
"Well?"
"It would be a pity to give up that place." Gin raised the corner of his mouth slightly and continued to drink.
"Oh? Dorobiga Park? That is indeed a fun place." The bartender's voice suddenly interrupted, "By the way, when you ride the roller coaster, remember to fasten your hats and don't let the wind blow them off in the middle.
.”
He paused, stared at the vodka next to him with a subtle expression, and added in his heart: "Poor Vodka, I hope you won't leave any shadow in your heart by then."
Gin suddenly looked at the bartender, with a rare look of shock on his face that remained cold most of the time.
Not only did it hit the mark that they were going to Dorobika Park, but it also specified that they were going to ride a roller coaster.
They just revealed no relevant information at all!
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"Okay, okay, I hope you have a good time!" The bartender wiped his hands and walked to a small room in the back, "Hurry up and finish your drink and leave. The weather is bad today and we will close early."
Before entering the room, Gin and Vodka heard him muttering in a low voice: "Raining really makes people feel unhappy. It's still comfortable to fish in this kind of weather..."
Vodka saw the bartender enter the room and close the door tightly. Finally, he couldn't restrain his inner doubts and asked Gin in a low voice: "Brother, who... is this person?"
"A mysterious guy who claims to 'know a little bit about everything' has a certain friendship with 'that adult' and has an inseparable relationship with the organization." Gin pondered for a moment and replied:
"It is said that 'that adult' once eagerly invited him to join the organization, but he was rejected. However, he may come to us for some cooperation when he needs it."
"He is proficient in cross-dressing, has a very good mind, and can control almost all firearms and vehicles. He would be the elite of the elite in any organization in the world."
"His whereabouts are a mystery, like a ghost wandering outside the world. His appearance you see is fake, and his voice you hear is fake. As for his identity, I can only confirm that he is male.
a little."
Looking at Vodka with a look of disbelief on his face and about to say something, Gin drank all the rattlesnake in the glass and said in a deep voice: "Drink the wine and let's go."
"...Okay, big brother." Vodka completely obeyed his boss's instructions and wisely stopped discussing this mysterious "bartender."
Gin put three drinks on the bar, stood up and walked to the door of the bar. He turned back and took a deep look at the room where the bartender was.
Then they walked out of the Black Widow Bar with vodka, and the two hurriedly left and disappeared at the end of the alley.
In fact, there is something that gin doesn’t tell vodka.
For example, as a killer, he could feel that this mysterious man had a strange murderous intention towards him, and Gin himself didn't know the origin of it, but perhaps for the sake of the organization, he never took action.
For another example, Rum once inadvertently told him that this man was "unkillable".
…
"You are so bad! Nothing good will happen if you are with Shinichi!"
A high school girl with a prominent hairstyle squatted on the ground and sobbed:
"Even when I go to the United States, I always encounter cases..." The girl cried sadly.
"I understand!" High school detective Kudo Shinichi on the side coaxed his childhood sweetheart with an arrogant look on his face, "Then I will take you to play in Dorobiga Paradise!"
"Dorobica Paradise?"
"Where is that place? It sounds like fun..." Mao Lilan still had tears in her eyes, but her attention was completely attracted by Shinichi's words.
"Yeah! I heard that that amusement park is about to open in Tokyo." The detective extended the invitation, "In an amusement park full of laughter, there shouldn't be any cases, right?"
"Pfft..." A voice that couldn't help but laugh came from the side.
Shinichi looked back and saw that it was a passerby wearing headphones walking past them with a smile on his face.
There must be something happy about it, right?
Shinichi thought so.
"If you pay for everything, I can go with you!" Mao Lilan wiped her tears and agreed to the other party's request for a date.
Of course, in the minds of these two awkward guys who obviously like each other but don't reveal their feelings, this should be just childhood sweethearts going to the amusement park together, not a date.
Neither of them would have thought at this time that this trip to the amusement park would be a major turning point in their entire lives.
The passerby wearing headphones secretly turned back and looked at the man and woman, as if he was watching a good show.
…
Yuan Huaiyu returned to the small apartment where he lived, took off his headphones, changed his clothes, lay on the bed and stretched out.
The room he lives in now is kept very clean and tidy. If outsiders come to visit, they will definitely think that he is a diligent person who loves cleanliness.
After lying there for ten minutes, a carp from Yuanhuaiyu got out of bed and pulled out a heavy box from under the bed.
Opening the combination lock, one hundred rectangular thin metal boxes were divided into two rows and stood neatly in the box.
Yuan Huaiyu took out the metal box in the lower right corner and sat in front of the desk.
Inside the metal box is a thick cowhide diary.
He opened the diary, which contained a coded text he created himself.
[Words written at the top: Sure enough, sure enough, as I expected. The scientific level of the world has further deepened, whether it is from the level of time flow rate or the level of basic physical laws. 】
[This is consistent with previous observations - the closer to the beginning of the comic story, the more mysterious the world becomes. 】
[After Kudo Shinichi gets hit with the stick and is fed APTX4869, this process will basically be completed. 】
[At that time, it will be a science world where time and space are completely confused and Newton shed tears.]
[Today is the thirteenth day of working as a bartender at the Black Widow Bar. I finally waited for the gin and vodka duo, and the unlucky guy who was killed by the bomb.]
[Well, the Kexue world without eight eggs (a homophone for bomb in Japanese) always feels like it lacks a bit of charm. 】
[Gin almost slapped the words "You are a traitor" on his forehead. 】
[Subsequently, it was confirmed that our hero and heroine will go to Dorobika Paradise.]
【Cheer up and don’t make any mistakes!】
【Finally it’s time to enter the game!】
【Really looking forward to it...】
[Memo: Make preparations in advance to disguise yourself as a staff member of Dorobiga Paradise!]
Closing the diary, Yuan Huaiyu walked to the bathroom.
Unless there are special circumstances, his work, rest and diet are very regular and healthy: he takes a bath at 10:30 every night, goes to bed at 11 o'clock on time, and gets up at 7 o'clock the next morning. He has three meals on time, one egg and a cup of hot food every day.
Eat milk and a certain amount of vegetables and fruits, and have a balanced and moderate diet. Occasionally, you will eat heavy-flavored foods and junk food to satisfy your cravings.
Although theoretically, he does not need sleep or food.
But the act of sleeping and eating allows him to position himself as a human being, not a monster or an alien.
There was a sound of water in the bathroom.
Outside the window, the rain kept falling.
The diary lies peacefully on the desk.
The brand new diary has numbers written on the upper right corner of the cover.
【100】
This is already the hundredth year since Yuan Huaiyu came to this world.