Distillery Rejects Fake Wine from Shura Field

Hello everyone, my name is Misumi Yuka. I work in a mysterious organization codenamed liquor. I am the chief genius researcher of the drug research project. I am currently in a state of amnesia. My memory loss has had a huge impact on my work, but it has also been a blessing in disguise and I have gained incredible superpowers. The notepad that comes with the phone can push the psychological activities of the person I designate in real time in the form of a diary. To put it simply, it is a very troublesome mind-reading skill. In addition to receiving complicated looks from the big brother who is a model worker in the distillery from time to time, being dragged into a Riddler conversation by colleagues in the whiskey team who often show pity and pain, or walking on the street and being accosted by a schoolboy with strange glasses and a friendly but weird policeman... My life is very peaceful, and I firmly believe that even if I can't find my lost memories, there will be no problem. ——Until I was cleaning up the memory on my phone, I accidentally discovered a hidden mailbox that was locked by a password. After checking the blocked hidden mailbox, I discovered to my horror that I was not only an undercover agent sent to the organization by the police, but also a sea king who owned a fish pond? ! "I love the color of your hair, it shines like the sun." "Your blue eyes are like the sea we once saw together." "Every time I get on the Ferris wheel, it reminds me of the days when we went to the amusement park together." "We will always be good friends." Just as I was staring at my former Neptune speech and thinking deeply about what good things I had done before I lost my memory, I received two identical new messages. "Where are you? Didn't we make an appointment to be at the same place today?" Help, who is my boss and which is my fish? ? Intention: Live seriously and work hard