[Mission location: xxxx.]
[Mission Objective: Ujiyu Ruri.]
[Mission Requirements: Get the private documents.]
[Mission Notes: Do not do anything unless it's an extermination mission.]
Ichijō Mirai flipped through the message sent by Gin, and he typed slowly to reply: [I have arrived.]
And in a rare moment, he received a second reply: [Auto-reply: Not an extermination mission, please don't do it.]
He: "?"
He sent another message, and once again received a very clear and targeted second reply, staring at the screen for a few seconds, before smiling and pressing the villa's doorbell.
The clear doorbell ringing echoed in a circle, and a rough voice in the villa soon answered back: "Coming."
The door was pushed open, a middle-aged man who looked about thirty years old, dressed as a chef, pushed the door open and looked at it with a wary probe, "Who are you?"
Several analyzable points appear.
[The ill-fitting chef's outfit is the most common type, and there are a lot of cooking marks on the bottom of the belly, cuffs and front of the shirt, so he must be a novice in the kitchen, and he might be a stomach killer to those who consume the food...]
[He doesn't wear a chef's hat, his hair is a little sparse, and when he notices that any dish is not tasty enough while cooking, he may shake off his greasy hair to add a rich taste to the dish… a stomach killer, definitely a stomach killer.]
[Gunshot calluses on his hands, a thick layer, he's a frequent shooter.]
[Shoes are new slippers not long after the bag was torn open, the pungent smell of the new product still remains, but the smell is probably covered by a stronger smell...of course, not the smell of feet, but the smell of dirt, there is dirt on his socks and pants legs, fresh dirt...]
[Sweat on forehead and armpits, slightly elevated body temperature, has been running for the last few minutes.]
The information came out one by one, and on the middle-aged chef's face it all came together in one comprehensive message: [A convict who arrived just a few minutes ago, does not belong in this villa.]
The criminal figure is normal, but.
[Unidentified bulge in the lower back, suspected to be a gun.]
The middle-aged chef is holding the door handle with his left hand, his right hand is hanging in the air, and after hearing the doorbell open, he's on the alert, trying to reach for a gun with his right hand.
All the analyzable information was cracked, time started to flow again, the vigilance on the middle-aged man's face became alive, and the hand hovering in the air started to move again, maintaining the original trajectory and moving towards his waist.
Ichijō Mirai reached out.
He grabbed the door with one hand and pushed it outward, causing the middle-aged man holding the door handle to stumble, and with the other hand, he reached for the middle-aged man's back, slapped his hand away, and grasped a gun.
A black gun.
The muzzle of the gun was pressed against the middle-aged man's forehead.
The middle-aged man's face changed drastically, "You...!"
Ichijō Mirai greeted politely, "Good evening."
"I hope you didn't leave the safety on."
He pulled the trigger.
A shot rang out, the middle-aged man's body swayed, his eyes widened as he stared at Ichijō Mirai, both eyes black and white, one new eye weeping tears of deathly blood as he fell stiffly backward to the ground.
"Oh no, the marksmanship has regressed," Ichijō Mirai said without changing his color, even though he couldn't tell what level of marksmanship the shot was at all, he still concluded in a serious manner at the moment of the shot, "Sure enough, the level of proficiency with firearms has really declined."
"Thank you for verifying it for me, otherwise I would have to suffer for a while longer, kind sir."
He didn't even look at the corpse on the ground, stepped over the corpse, casually closed the door behind him, and faintly said, "Unfortunately, I don't like it when someone pulls out a gun in front of me."
There were hurried footsteps from elsewhere in the villa, and a maid arrived at the sound, "What's wrong? What's the matter with you! Why did you just shoot...ah!"
Ichijō Mirai fires again, sighing, "Sure enough, the shooting has really gone downhill."
Ignoring the freshly seared gunshot wounds on the two corpses, he wandered around the first floor of the villa with the two black pistols.
There were only two bodies in the villa, and one on the second floor that wasn't a body yet, but became one as Ichijō Mirai walked up to the third floor.
The third floor was quiet.
The entire villa was silent to the point of audible breathing, and there were various photographs and newspapers all over the villa.
The photos were of a woman, a woman with black hair, some were of her alone, some were of her with people, and some were of her at an awards ceremony.
In almost every picture, she was wearing a sweet smile, the corners of her lips were upturned, and even the mole underneath the corner of her lips was covered with a layer of softness.
The newspaper was a piece of paper, a precise cutout of many newspaper articles about an actress whose name was the same as the name of the target of the mission sent by Gin: Ujiyu Ruri.
Ichijō Mirai turned on his cell phone for a few seconds and walked to the master bedroom on the third floor.
The master bedroom on the third floor was also quiet, but it was no longer the silence of a dead body, nor was it the silence of other survivors in the villa praying not to be discovered. It was a soft, sweet, dream-like silence.
As soon as he pushed open the door, Ichijō Mirai smelled the sweet odor of something similar to dessert and saw the dimly lit bedroom.
The dimly lit bedroom was covered with a snow-white plush carpet, and in the center there was a large bed with a draped curtain that hung down, obscuring the bed so that it was hard to see anything but a bulge.
Ichijō Mirai went over to the bed and opened the curtain with the muzzle of his gun and saw a woman sleeping on the bed.
She looked exactly like the woman in the photo outside, with black hair and pretty cheeks, and a small mole on her chin, but unlike the woman in the photo, who was awake and sweet, a very professional star, the woman on the bed had just woken up from her sleep and looked a little hazy.
"What's wrong? Is it late?"
The woman opened her eyes but didn't look up, still lazily resting on the bed with her face on the pillow, after a few seconds of not hearing an answer, she reacted and slowly looked up, locking eyes with Ichijō Mirai.
Ichijō Mirai smiles politely.
Ujiyu Ruri smiles in surprise, and immediately abandons her lingering sleepiness and the fluffy bed to jump at Ichijō Mirai and into his arms: "Gin!"
She hooked Ichijō Mirai's buttons and tilted her head back from his arms, a smile on her face that was extraordinarily sweet and intoxicating, as if there was wine brewing in her eyes, "You finally came to see me again, Gin."
Ichijō Mirai smiled politely.
And with a slow question mark: "?"
...What?
He looked down, saw Ujiyu Ruri hugging him around the waist, saw her extraordinarily sweet and fond smile as if she were treating a familiar lover, and saw the black outfit he was wearing, and was somewhat confused: oh, the star lady recognized him as Gin.
The room was too dark, and Gin, who was not a smiley person by nature, smiled almost every second to the others.
They were both dressed in black, and their bodies were somewhat similar, so it made sense for Ujiyu Ruri to recognize him as Gin when she saw him...my ass.
"Ms. Faceblind," Ichijō Mirai greeted Ujiyu Ruri very politely as he lifted her chin, "Good evening."
He warned, "I have black hair."