Four days later, Jing Baiye returned to Boston.

It was morning, but the sky was gray. The weather forecast said that there was heavy snow 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 a bus to the hotel.

In fact, Jingbaiye is no longer short of money now.

Sky-high lottery winnings, a large number of rented properties in Kashitocho, and the newly acquired American IT giant Syndora Group... These made him the second richest person in the organization after 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 him up, he can take cheap public transportation if he can.

Jing Baiye didn't go back to the hotel directly, but went to a nearby supermarket to buy ingredients for lunch and dinner.

Since he doesn't know how to cook, and no one is around to remind him, he can only take what he sees, and the shopping basket is filled with the things he bought in the end. 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 whose hands were inconvenient: "Welcome back, Mr. Crowe."

He was wearing a slim black suit and bowed slightly, revealing a small crow on the cuff button of his shirt.

This is a hotel under the name of the organization. Members of the organization can stay free of charge, and the housing fee will be credited back to their accounts after one month.

The doorman who can see all the guests clearly, the waiter who can enter all the rooms reasonably to deliver food or clean, the chef who prepares food for everyone... These bottom-level members of the organization are usually mixed with ordinary employees. It seems that there is no difference except that they have tasks , they will act.

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

…

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

It wasn't until he was so hungry that Jing Baiye put down the half-turned mobile phone photo album and went to the living room outside to call the guest room to order food.

"Mr. Crowe, what do you want to order?"

"An afternoon tea—two teacups, please."

"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.

The reason Jing Baiye knew was not because he had inquired before booking the hotel, but also because Rum had mentioned it to him.

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

Afternoon tea was delivered soon, Jing Baiye paid the tip as usual, washed his hands and sat down at the table.

The orthodox English afternoon tea has three layers. The most common 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.

They were all Jing Baiye's favorite food, but he didn't monopolize them, but divided them into two as evenly as possible.

He picked out a sandwich, then picked up his phone, and continued browsing the photo album he hadn't finished. Perhaps because he was too focused on the photo, he kept stuffing the sandwich into his mouth until his cheeks were so full that he couldn't even swallow.

Jing Baiye chewed hard, staring at the beautiful fireworks photos in the album.

The fairy-tale dream castle was illuminated by the fireworks that burned to the extreme in an instant. He stood on the left side of the photo, and the right side was empty.

That day, he was the only one who went to see the fireworks.

—But the photos of this set of fireworks are stored on the mobile phones of two people.

Suddenly, Bai Ye's cell phone let out a meow, and the photo of fireworks jumped 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, swallowed what was in his mouth hastily, took a sip of black tea to moisten his throat, and then replied: "Eat well."

"You used to not answer the phone when you were enjoying the food." It was Fenrir's tone, "Did you... have something happened?"

"This is the boss's number, how could I not answer it." Jing Baiye said.

"But I remember that you always treat people equally in this regard, neither he nor Rum...Speaking of which, Gin is the one you don't answer the most times..."

"..."

Jing Baiye was silent for a moment, turned his head to look out the window, and said calmly, "It's nothing."

The room was quiet, only his voice could be heard.

…

In the morning, Jing Baiye carried two big paper bags, took out the room card and swiped the sensor at the door. With a soft beep, the door opened inward.

There was no one in the room, and the sofa was empty.

Jing Baiye came to the door, put the bought ingredients in the kitchen, and then went to the two bedrooms to store luggage respectively.

He booked a two-week cleaning service for the senior suite before leaving, and the room was very clean, almost exactly as it was when they left.

In the smaller bedroom, he puts his unfinished copy of "The Little Prince" on the bedside table, along with a cracked keychain.

He carefully checked whether the sheets and quilts were dry, and made sure that the bed was made after the waiter had just changed them. He took the body of the blond mixed-race man out of the system backpack and carefully placed it on it.

Toru Amuro has been sleeping since that day.

The system panel showed that his physical condition was normal, so Jing Baiye did not send him to the organization's private hospital, but stayed by his side all the time.

He didn't make a lot of noise, let alone make other radical moves.

Because he knew he would wake up, and the first time he opened his eyes, he would see himself.

…

Thinking of this, Jing Baiye felt much better.

"A few days ago, Amuro and I...that is, bourbon, bourbon...we went out to play together, so we haven't contacted you all this time."

"We went to the university to attend public lectures together. His English is not good, so I have to accompany him and explain professional terms to him."

"We went to New York to go shopping in the park and eat cheesecake~lightnovelpub.net~We went to Niagara Falls together, and we went to the northernmost Alaska together...It's a pity that I got the most basic common sense wrong, and now there is no White night phenomenon, we ran for nothing."

"But he wasn't angry with me, and I made an agreement with him. Let's watch it together in summer."

With a brisk tone, he told them one by one what they had done a few days ago.

"So it's okay, I really enjoyed those days."

There was a long silence on the other side.

"Grey..."

Fenrir likes to call White Night Gray, while Spiatus likes to call White Night or Angustra, which is their difference.

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

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