Gin looked at the Rearview Mirror and saw Jiang Xia lower his eyes to inspect the cigarette, take out a Lighter with a click, light it, and leisurely take a drag.
Then he froze.
Jiang Xia lowered the cigarette and stared out the window for a moment, as though he could not believe the taste he had just inhaled.
A moment later, unwilling to accept it, he picked up the cigarette again and took a small puff.
Then he slowly lowered the hand holding it, set the cigarette aside, and stared at the drifting Smoke, deep in thought.
Gin: "..."
His nostrils twitched slightly as he silently identified the smell spreading through the car. But Jiang Xia's cigarette smelled no different from usual. It was still the same cool fake cigarette he always carried around.
Gin fell silent for a moment. He had to take back what he had said earlier about "Uzo looking like a normal person"—wasn't this downright abnormal now?
Right, Uzo seemed to have some trauma related to car accidents. He had not been in a car accident this time, but he had encountered an upgraded version: a plane crash.
After an accident on that scale, Uzo had merely played bartender with a cigarette instead of going afk on the spot like before... Perhaps that actually meant his problem was not as serious anymore?
Gin: "..." Come to think of it, the organization still had not figured out exactly what psychological issues Uzo had... Those useless Doctors.
He stopped paying attention to Jiang Xia's cigarette. Arguing with Uzo over such things was truly something only an idle man would do. Gin changed the subject. "The organization has not found a suitable Doctor yet. Watch yourself."
Jiang Xia snapped out of it and waved a hand casually. "It's