Chapter 465 1 person’s fireworks

Four days later, Jing Baiye returned to Boston.

It was clearly in the morning, but the sky was gray. The weather forecast said that it snowed heavily yesterday, the temperature was very low, and there was still a lot of snow on the road. As soon as he got out of the airport, he went straight to the station and took the bus to the vicinity of the hotel.

In fact, now Jing Baiye is not short of money at all.

The sky-high lottery winnings, the large number of rental properties in Cupado Town, and the newly acquired American IT giant Syndora Group… These make him the richest person in the organization second only to Spiatus, the chairman of the Karasuma Group. .

But this does not prevent him from continuing to save money. When there is no one to pick up and drop off, he can take cheap public transportation and take cheap public transportation.

When the bus arrives, Jingbaiye gets off. Instead of going back to the hotel directly, he went to the nearby supermarket to buy ingredients for lunch and dinner.

He doesn’t know how to cook, so many things have to be bought according to the recipes. The shopping basket was full of purchases. He settled the bill and walked towards the hotel with two large paper bags.

The doorman at the door opened the door for Jing Baiye, who was inconvenient with both hands: “Welcome back, Mr. Crow.”

He was wearing a slim black suit and bowed slightly, revealing a small crow on his shirt cufflinks.

This is a hotel under the name of the organization. From the doorman who can see all the guests, to the waiter who can reasonably enter all the rooms to deliver or clean, to the chef who prepares everyone’s mouth in the background, they are all members of the organization at the bottom.

During their work, they were always dressed in black and had crow decorations on their bodies, which had not changed in fourteen years.

Jing Baiye nodded slightly to the doorman, turned and walked towards the elevator.

……

The two arrived at the hotel in the morning and waited until the afternoon.

He was so hungry that he couldn’t stand it, so Jing Baiye had to put down the half-turned photo album and go to the living room outside to make room calls.

“Mr. Crow, what do you want to book?”

“One afternoon tea, two tea cups, thank you.”

“Okay, we’ll send it to you right away.”

This hotel is a classic English afternoon tea, and the style has not changed for more than ten years.

Thirteen years ago, in this room of this hotel, Rum killed Amanda Hughes, a capitalist who had long-term cooperation with the former chief. She and a shogi player who was unfortunately involved were enjoying such an afternoon tea when he started.

The afternoon tea was delivered soon, and Jing Baiye paid the tip as usual, so he didn’t omit this part because he was also a member of the organization.

English afternoon tea has three layers. The normal way to eat it is from bottom to top. The bottom layer is sandwiches with different flavors, the middle layer is freshly baked scones, and the top layer is macarons and chocolate cakes.

All are the things that Jing Baiye likes to eat. He did not monopolize them, but divided them into two equal parts as much as possible.

He picked up a sandwich, took out his mobile phone, and continued to browse the album he didn’t finish just now. Perhaps because of his over-focus on the photo, he kept stuffing sandwiches into his mouth until his cheeks were completely bulged, making it difficult to swallow.

He chewed hard, staring at the beautiful pictures of fireworks in the album.

The fireworks that burned to the extreme in an instant illuminated the fairy tale dream castle. He stood on the left side of the photo and the right side was empty. This is his own fireworks.

Suddenly, his cell phone made a catcall, and the photo of the fireworks turned into a number he was very familiar with.

Jing Baiye picked up the phone and said vaguely, “Hello?”

“…Are you eating?” The other party’s voice was a little surprised.

Jing Baiye glanced at the sandwich in his hand, silently put it back on the plate, hurriedly swallowed the contents in his mouth, took another sip of the black tea, moistened his throat before answering: “It’s good to eat. ”

“You didn’t answer the phone when you were enjoying food before.” It was Fenrir’s tone, “Did something happen to you?”

“No, this is the boss’s number after all.” Jing Baiye replied.

“I remember that you always treat you equally, neither he nor Rum… Speaking of which, Gin is the one who doesn’t answer the phone the most…”

“…”

Jing Baiye was silent for a moment, turned his head to look out the window, and said calmly, “Nothing.”

The room was silent, only his voice rang out.

……

Jing Baiye doesn’t put everything in the system backpack, and sometimes he likes to carry it by hand.

Carrying two large paper bags alone, he took out his key card and swiped the sensor at the door. With a soft drip, the door opened.

The room was empty, and the sofa was empty.

Jing Baiye brought it to the door, put the ingredients he bought in the kitchen, and then went to the two bedrooms to store his luggage separately.

He booked a two-week premium suite cleaning service before departure, and the interior was as clean as it was when they left.

In the smaller bedroom, he put the unfinished book of The Little Prince on the bedside table, and placed a cracked keychain beside it.

He carefully checked whether the sheets and quilt were dry, and made sure that the waiter made the bed just after changing it. He took the blond man’s body out of the system backpack and placed it on it carefully. He pulled the quilt up so he wouldn’t accidentally catch a cold.

Toru Amuro has been sleeping since that day.

The system panel showed that his physical condition was normal, so Jing Baiye didn’t send him to the organization’s private hospital, but stayed by his side.

He has more experience and more patience with patients in nursing beds.

He didn’t make a fuss or make any other drastic actions.

Because he knew that he would wake up and see himself at the first glance when he opened his eyes.

……

Jing Baiye thought about it like this~www.readmtl.com~ I felt a lot better.

“A few days ago, Amuro and I…that is, bourbon, bourbon whiskey, a very popular wine here in the United States…we went out to play together, so we never contacted Spiatus.”

“We went to the university to listen to the public class together. His English is not good. I have to help translate and explain professional terms.”

“We went to New York to go to the parks to eat cheesecake, to Niagara Falls, to Yellowstone, and to the northernmost state of Alaska… It’s a pity that I got the most basic common sense wrong, and now there There is no white night phenomenon, we run for nothing.”

“But he’s not angry with me. He’s always been nice and gentle. I told him that we’ll see you together in the summer.”

“We took a lot of pictures, all of them on our phone. If you want to see it, I can show it to you.”

He said lightly: “So it’s really nothing, I was very happy in those days.”

The other side was silent for a long time.

“Grey…”

Fenrir likes to call White Night as Grey, while Spiatus likes to call White Night or Angstra, which is also their difference.

“Do you know why most of the undercover agents in the organization are codenamed some kind of whiskey?”

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