Chapter 226 Then It’s Mine Now

When Nobuhiro followed Bourbon back to his residence in Yoneka Town, the workers responsible for road cleaning were already going to work in twos and threes with tools. Some vehicles delivering convenience stores and supermarkets have also begun to be seen on the road.

Bourbon opened the door and made a gesture of invitation: "This is it. What do you want to see?"

Nobushige looked around.

The house is not big, only about thirty square meters. The living room and kitchen are connected together, and next to the bedroom is a bathroom that can't even fit a bathtub.

The overall feeling of the suite is that it is small and tidy. It is hard to imagine that this is the residence of a young single man. The character and psychological state of the owner can be seen in many details.

Rei Fukutani was confident that there was nothing in his room that Mescal could not see, and he would not blatantly keep any information related to the police and undercover missions with him.

However, Mescal seemed to have no interest in his cabinets, drawers and other furniture, and instead walked straight towards the bedroom.

Did Mescal think he would put the so-called evidence under the mattress?

There is a single bed by the window in the bedroom, covered with light blue textiles. Directly opposite the bed is a wardrobe, with self-adhesive hooks on the wardrobe door.

Nobushige took off his coat with satisfaction and hung it on the hook.

Bourbon was even more confused: "What are you going to do?"

Xinfan looked back at him, with a hint of natural doubt in his eyes: "Why are you still here? I'm going to sleep."

"Huh?" A string of question marks slid down from Bourbon's forehead, and he said dumbfounded, "You know this is my room, right?!"

"Really? Then it's mine now."

Nobushige pushed Bourbon out of the bedroom and said very understandingly: "Originally, I planned to spend one night in the safe house. But since you invited me over so enthusiastically, I will reluctantly allow you to do so. "

"What?"

Fang Guling watched helplessly as the bedroom door was closed in front of his eyes.

No, what kind of situation is this now?

Could it be that Mescal was worried that he would hinder the investigation, so he locked him out?

But what's there to investigate about that clearly visible bedroom? Doesn't Mescal think these cabinets in the living room are suspicious?

In vain, in order to prevent a situation like today, he specially piled up information related to the organization in a place where confidential documents are generally easy to store. He promised that as long as the mezcal saw that, he would be able to clear the suspicion while labeling the bourbon as "hard work" and "good wine".

So why doesn’t mezcal play its cards right? ?

Or is it that this cunning guy has seen through all his little cleverness?

Hiss, this is too scary.

Fangtani Rei thought for a while and decided to sit down on the sofa. Anyway, with Mescal by his side tonight, he shouldn't even think about taking a good rest, so he should just sit here and be prepared for emergencies at any time.

But Nobuhiro, who was separated by a wall, didn't think much at all. He was really sleepy.

As for Ling's inability to recharge his batteries for tomorrow's work, well, at worst, I'll give him a day off tomorrow.

Moreover, Nobuhiro had seen it when he came in. The sofa in the living room outside was completely large enough for an adult male to lie down on. He was not bullying anyone.

Nobuhiro took off his shoes and socks and lay down on Fang Gurei's bed.

Perhaps because Bourbon had just returned to Japan not long ago, this bedding set was still brand new and exuded the smell of fresh fabric. There seems to be a smell of bourbon mixed with it. Could it be that Zero has been sitting on the bed all day long drinking alone at the moon?

It’s so elegant...

Nobushige quickly fell into a deep sleep in such a reassuring atmosphere.

But Jiang Guling was restless and looked anxious.

what happened? It’s almost six o’clock in the morning, why hasn’t mezcal come out yet? There hasn't been any movement since entering.

What on earth is he doing?

The unknown is the scariest thing. If he could hear Mescal's voice, perhaps Jiangu Zero wouldn't be so nervous. But now in this situation he had to start thinking wildly.

Did Mescal discover some details that even he didn't notice?

Is Mezcal emailing that gentleman?

By the way, once before he finished eating his bento, he put the label on the bedside. Will his fingerprints be left on it?

By the way, the last time he contacted Yuya Kazami, he just broke off the disposable phone card and threw it into the trash can. Could it be that the garbage was not cleaned up?

Jiang Guling thought about it for a long time, but he really remembered some details.

Although these things, let alone mezcal, even he himself is not sure whether they exist or not, but he is just afraid of everything.

Jianggu Ling, who thought he had been suspected by the organization, was now very afraid of that eventuality.

When the hour hand slowly passed "seven", Jianggu Ling finally couldn't sit still.

He stood up in a hurry and decided to face Mescal's question bravely.

There is a solution to everything, and his brain is so good that he can't believe that he can't deal with just a mezcal!

"Shua——"

Fangtani Ling pushed open the bedroom door decisively.

Due to the excessive force, the door joint made a lot of noise. However, the man lying on his side on the bed remained motionless, only his eyelids twitched slightly.

Fangtani Zero looked at the scene in front of him in surprise.

He never thought that after being scared outside for a long time, Mezcal would turn out to be just sleeping as he said? ?

This operation is very wrong!

Fangtani Rei wanted to step forward to wake someone up and let him take a closer look at whose room this was. How could he drive the owner out and sleep soundly? !

However, when he approached, Jianggu Ling suddenly hesitated.

There is no moon tonight, and the sun comes out late. The sky outside the window is dark red. The light scattered by the neon lights and the sun below the horizon shines through the window edges and shines on Mescal’s delicate three-dimensional face, making his facial contours look like It is painted in detail like a sfumato.

Mezcal is not very eye-catching, and most of his face usually has a cold or mocking expression, which is really unattractive.

Jianggu Ling did not expect that Mescal, who closed his eyes, could be so harmless.

His expression was very quiet, but his brows were slightly frowned, as if he could not find peace even in his dreams.

Fangtani Rei had a momentary impulse to reach out and smooth out the other person's frown. But reason prompted him to give up such thoughts.

The cold wind in the early morning blew through the screen window into the room that was not very warm, causing Nobuhiro to shiver in his sleep.

Jianggu Ling was about to leave, but when he saw this, he had to turn back and gently cover Mescal.

He paused, then closed the window and drew the curtains unnecessarily.

"..." Jianggu Ling murmured,

"Really, what the hell is this..."