This is a library, a large and quiet library.

The soft white carpet covers every floor in the reading area, and the warm heating fills every inch of the air here.

The table in the reading room was not very large. There were two people on the table by the window. One was an old man in his seventies or eighties. The old man was wearing a black suit and had a white fluffy thing in his arms. The other was a blonde foreigner who looked about fifties.

...Maybe it's blonde.

The foreigner had something on his head, and the golden retriever was a wig, which Hyuga could reasonably see.

He stepped on the soft carpet and walked silently over there.

The two people sitting face to face looked over.

The gentleman smiled, "Lily."

On the other side, the blond old man also got happy, "It's better to see it at first sight than to hear it. He is such a young man with great enthusiasm."

While saying that his eyes were slightly heavy, he quickly looked at Hinata Reasonable.

If you can appear on this occasion, the young man opposite is no longer a "mind" or "young man", but the old friend and old opponent opposite the blond old man.

How stubborn and possessive that guy is, the old blonde knew very well, and it was like an octopus lying on a crystal ball, using all his hands and feet to tightly grasp the crystal ball.

Therefore, if this guy who is as greedy as an octopus willingly gives up the "crystal ball" in his arms, even hand over it, hold the young man's hand with the octopus tentacles, and hand over all his power to the young man, then this young man must be extraordinary.

The blonde old man looked at Hinata carefully reasonable.

The first thing he paid attention to was the eyes.

The young man's hair was a little too fluffy and too long, and his eyes were somewhat blocked by his black hair, but his presence was actually enhanced.

These eyes... it is difficult for the old blonde to describe the feeling, but he understood part of the reason why this young man would win the favor of that old guy.

Because of the eyes, these green pairs of eyes seem to be full of vitality.

It is difficult for ages like them who can see the end of their lives, not to love and possessively love these eyes.

After staring at his eyes for a while, the old blonde looked away with difficulty. He ignored the face that would attract attention and looked at the clothes.

The young man was wearing a black suit, which was very soft. The two buttons and the holes in the cuffs at the top of the suit were all unbuttoned, and the exposed tie was dark red.

The tie only showed a little bit at his neck, and it obediently submerged under the black suit jacket. When you look at it, it looks like a little blood that is ready to go, and it feels very suggestive.

The pockets of the suit are not the kind of fake pockets that are commonly agreed upon, but real pockets. They may be special designs, and there are slight wrinkles in some parts of the front of the suit, as if the owner of the suit had once lie down somewhere, so the traces left behind.

But just a glance, the blonde old man denied the speculation.

If it is a wrinkle left unintentionally, it will not be so appropriate, and no one will ruin the suit like this when meeting important people. It must be specially designed by the designer.

It seems that this young man attaches great importance to this meeting.

The blonde's favorability towards young people increased a little. He moved his eyes again, looked at the other person's face without hesitation, and then first changed the names of "young man" and "young man" to "mind" and "innocent man".

The other party was obviously a minor, and the lines on his face were still a little childish, and the water chestnuts were not very obvious. The most sharp line was in the eyes, but it was softer because of the green, so the whole person looked more harmless, not too aggressive, and only showed the whole face calmly, making people appreciate it quietly.

I am still a poor minor, my face is paler than normal people... It may also be that my skin is whiter than normal people, and the part of my mouth is a calm line, without any intention of showing a social smile or complimentary expression.

The blonde old man concluded again: It seems that this young man is a straightforward and does not like socializing, and is an unexpectedly kind of person who is a bit sincere.

His favorability for the young man has risen again.

In the fifth second when the blonde old man looked at Hinata Rili, Hinata Rili walked to the table and his favorability towards the blonde old man fell again.

He glanced at the shiny old blonde man in the sun, nodded politely, and greeted the gentleman first, "Sir."

Then he turned his gaze and glanced at the blonde old man.

The sunlight in this season is brighter, and now it is just the right time for the sun to shine. The bright sunlight shines in through the glass, shining on the blond old man's blond hair mountain, and by the way, it also illuminates the hair picture at the bottom of the wig.

Looks a little bald.

The old blonde smiled and wrinkled, "Just call me Uncle Sam."

Uncle Sam's meme.

Hinata glanced at the other party and greeted him in a good manner, "Mr. Sam."

The gentleman slapped the table kindly, "You're here just right, sit down."

As soon as the other party reached out, the white and breathable thing in his arms was completely exposed. It was a white cat, a bit like a lion cat. It wagged its tail and looked at it with its wet eyes.

It is a little small, like a small ball of cotton candy.

Its fur color is snow-white, the white one that is a bit dazzling, and at first glance it looks like the snow-white one that is silver.

At first glance, Hinata is reasonable: "…"

It turns out that the organization really has a silver-haired kitten...

The gentleman noticed his gaze, smiled and stretched out a hand, lifted the small silver marshmallow cat, and said lightly: "It was given by Mr. Sam, a cute little thing, right?"

The cat grabbed the old palm and looked up. Its eyes were wet blue, a bit like a gem. It also licked its mouth and made a sound, "Meow~"

Hinata Riki: "…"

Fortunately, the eyes of this super small silver-haired kitten are blue, and the look of the super large silver-haired kitten is less.

He nodded subtly, "Yeah."

"Hahaha," said the old blond man with a glittering part of his head, laughing and explaining, "When your father was talking to me before, he said 'silver kitten' several times. This time I rarely met, so I brought one as a gift."

The other party looked at him seriously, shook his head and said, "This nest of cats originally had several eye colors. When I saw that the blue looked like sapphire and was in line with the characteristics of "Uncle Sam", I chose a blue one."

“It’s a pity that there is no green.”

Hinata Riki once again: "…"

He looked at the cat and responded subtly again, "Yeah."

Fortunately, the cat without green eyes.

Otherwise, a white green-eyed marshmallow with a stomach full of sesame seeds would definitely be judging others by himself, and he thought it was his intentional trick that he would hold grudges.

When he found that he was still watching the cat, the gentleman simply stuffed the cat to him and said kindly: "It's still a long time before the end of the movie, let's sit down first."

"Yeah." Hinata responded slowly for the third time. He looked down at the cat that was squeezed into his arms, and sat down with a subtle emotion.

Not only the color of the eyes, but the cat's personality also reduced the sense of déjà vu. It did not scratch its claws directly, nor did it try to suppress its eyebrows and eyes. It looked over coldly, but its eyes were still wet, and no matter how humans treated him, it carefully restrained its claws.

Hinata paid attention to it for a moment, then looked away, and he glanced out of the window with his eyes.

About six hundred yards away, there is a sniper.

He withdrew his gaze and paid attention to the conversation in front of him.

The old blonde man smiled and said, "I often see this child recently. In the news, and in the mouths of some people, he has a great reputation recently."

"Many people speculate that he is the next Yuzusaku Kudo."

"How could it be that way," the gentleman pretended to be helpless, "He is very willful, the child is naughty and likes to play detective games."

Hinata who likes to play detective games: "."

Even if you talk nonsense with your ‘partners’... forget it, when you talk nonsense, whoever is serious will lose.

The cat in his arms stretched his paws and hooked his suit sleeves. He looked down and continued to listen quietly to the conversation.

"Oh? Is it a temporary detective game?" said the old blonde with a smile. "I thought the organization was going to shine in the sun, after all, the popularity has not been very good recently."

He sighed and shook his head as he said.

The gentleman was even more helpless, "It's not good for us, it's much better for you, right?"

He said in a joke: "Especially after Lily brought the FBI's attention to Tokyo, aren't you in New York like a fish?"

Hinata Yori looked up again and found that the blonde old man's smile deepened.

The other party showed the big bad wolf who was obviously cheap and acted obedient. "It wasn't too good to be in water. The pressure has indeed been reduced a lot, especially when the FBI moved, other forces and factions also reacted in a chain, and they all turned their attention to New York."

I just don’t know how true or false this expression is.

"However, when the Tokyo police deported the FBI," the blonde old man's smile became a little bitter. He shook his head repeatedly, "But my pressure suddenly rebounded. That period was not easy, and the humiliation of being slapped in front of him...ah."

When the FBI was repatriated, was the FBI no longer settled?

Hinata thought reasonably whether to look up, and said perfunctorily that she had heard it, and then decided to give up looking up.

Those FBIs were not sniped by him, and they had nothing to do with him, so they didn't need to look up.

He reached out and touched the cat's chin in his arms, and when it squinted its eyes and was about to meow, he stuffed his fingers into the cat's mouth so that it would not make a sound.

At the same time, focus most of your attention on the conversation and your own "Patience-1" prompt.

Both gentlemen are very consistent with the title of "ridrigue man". They chatted easily almost all the time, just like two elderly people gathered together to chat and pass the time. They both praised each other for a certain point, and the person being praised did not explain it well, and then they would be praised back.

Even if Hinata is able to extract useful information from a long, ordinary topic, it is still particularly impatient.

He sorted out the key points after sitting down, the two adults packed:

1. The old blonde tests whether the organization intends not to hide in the shadows together.

2. The gentleman denied it, indicating that the organization will maintain the mysterious style of shadows and then play the card of ‘cooperation past’.

Third, the blonde old man appropriately stopped the test and played the card "Times Square Incident is really troublesome".
To be continued...