Chapter 103 Chapter 103 Cat Cry Syndrome

Olga was waiting in a mansion.

In fact, she is not in Tokyo now, but in Tottori Prefecture.

She sat idly on the sofa, gazing up at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling. After a long moment, the default ringtone of her cell phone suddenly rang from her pocket.

Olga took out her phone and saw it was Vermouth. Just as she was about to answer, a hand reached out from the side, stopping her.

It was a wrinkled, withered hand. Olga looked up from the direction of the hand and saw an old woman who looked to be around sixty years old.

She had shoulder-length, slightly curly silver-white hair that looked like it had been carefully groomed over the years. She wore a simple top and skirt, but it was clearly not something that was simply assembled on the market.

She looked like she had foreign ancestry. Compared to the average Japanese old lady, her eye sockets were deeper, her nose was higher, and she even had a slight hump.

In her other hand, she held a swaddling baby.

The old woman took Olga's phone, very naturally and very forcefully. Olga, in a rare move, showed no emotion other than obedience.

The old woman silently glanced at the caller ID, pressed the answer button, put her phone on speaker, and placed it on the coffee table in front of the sofa. Then, she silently clasped the swaddled child in her arms and sat down on the sofa across from Olga.

"Arthas, what are you doing?"

Almost the moment the call was connected, Vermouth's question came from the other end. Olga didn't rush to answer, but first looked up at the elderly woman on the other side. Seeing that she was concentrating on placing the swaddled child on the sofa beside her, and had no intention of intervening, Olga slowly said:

"I've said it several times before, I won't be participating in your costume party."

"It's a ghost ship activity!" Vermouth corrected, then seemed to feel that her correction was meaningless, so she emphasized, "I just asked you to help me confirm whether Kudo Shinichi was at the scene!"

When the name "Kudo Shinichi" was mentioned, Olga noticed that the old woman opposite her glanced at her obviously with her eagle-like eyes without any emotion.

Next to the old woman, in the swaddling clothes she had placed on the sofa, a faint sound, like a cat's meow, came out. A corner of the swaddling clothes slipped down, and Olga finally saw what was inside.

It was a baby, or perhaps it shouldn't be called a baby. Obviously, a normal baby wouldn't have that kind of look or expression. But his face was wrinkled and stained a sickening shade of crimson, which made that sinister expression seem a bit ridiculous.

"Do you have a cat over there?" Vermouth asked almost reflexively, and then suddenly fell silent.

Olga didn't speak either. After a brief silence that made the air almost stagnant, Vermouth suddenly said:

"Forget it. If you don't come, I can ask Vodka for help. We just need to confirm that Kudo Shinichi is really dead. After all, his death status was modified by that traitor Shirley."

After saying that, she hung up the phone in a hurry.

Olga scoffed inwardly, but didn't show it on her face. When her phone automatically went dark after Vermouth hung up, she didn't take it back, but left it on the coffee table.

Vermouth had obviously guessed something from the "cat's meow." See? Wasn't this just a way to smooth things over for her cool guy?

Apparently, Vermouth didn't want anyone to know that Kudo Shinichi was still alive and had shrunk. Especially, she didn't want the two people sitting across from Olga to know.

If Olga hadn't known that Kudo Shinichi had become smaller, and even witnessed the whole process of his shrinking with her own eyes, and hadn't called the police for him, Vermouth would never have told her.

And that "ghost ship" activity? It was actually just a ruse by Vermouth to lure Kudo Shinichi away in order to capture Shirley. After all, even a blind man could see that Kudo Shinichi was determined to protect Shirley.

As for why you want Olga to confirm it?

Vermouth needs to prevent someone from disguising as Kudo Shinichi and attending the ghost ship event to lower her guard. After all, it is well known that Kudo Shinichi has a mother who is as good at disguising as Vermouth and is from the same school.

Firstly, Olga is also good at disguises, so she can see through the disguises more easily.

Secondly, Olga and Kudo Shinichi are also familiar with each other. In this case, if someone wants to pretend to be Kudo Shinichi in front of her, it requires not only superb disguise skills but also superb acting skills. Even if Kudo Shinichi himself came forward, Vermouth did not think Olga would be fooled by him.

Unfortunately, Olga had no interest in Vermouth's plan, and she suddenly received a phone call. Even though she was reluctant, she had to put everything aside and rush to Tottori Prefecture.

There was no doubt that this phone call that could make Olga obedient, or at least appear to be extremely obedient, came from the boss of the organization, that is,

Olga looked across the sofa at the swaddled baby next to the old woman.

It really has become a baby, Karasuma Renya. Perhaps in a few years, it will reverse and grow into an embryo?

Thinking of this, Olga struggled to suppress her smile.

On the other side, after Vermouth hung up the phone, the old woman commented calmly, "She's still not steady at all, this kid. I've told her countless times not to be impatient."

Beside her, Karasuma Renya made a sound like a cat's meow. Then the old woman sighed helplessly.

Olga watched all this indifferently, listening to Karasuma Keiko complaining about her daughter, and listening to Karasuma Renya comforting his daughter.

Tsk, what an unpleasant family.

But this whole family likes to make things difficult for her.

Suddenly, there was a gentle knock on the living room door. Karasuma Keiko glanced in the direction of the door but said nothing.

Two seconds later, the door was gently pushed open from the outside, and several servants came in carrying tea and snacks. After placing the things neatly on the coffee table, they retreated again, making almost no sound the whole time.

Then, Karasuma Keiko pulled out a small plastic medicine box from somewhere, completely out of place in the otherwise understated and luxurious mansion. Inside was a few red and white capsules, a familiar sight to Olga.

APTX-4869.

She suddenly remembered Shirley's implicit reminder again.

Is it finally here?

After all, she is the most suitable guinea pig.

Karasuma Keiko carefully took out a capsule and stretched out her hand towards Olga.

Olga stood up from the sofa and took it with both hands.

"Here's some warm tea. I know you don't like hot tea, so I've cooled it down for you."

Before Olga could even sit back on the sofa, Karasuma Keiko's voice rang out from across the table.

It was funny, as if she was truly kind and understood her very well. Olga put the red and white capsule in her mouth and drank it down with the tea that was no longer hot.

Of course, you can't leave after taking the medicine. After all, the experimenter needs some time to observe the mice in order to better judge the effect of the medicine.

Then, Karasuma Keiko's wrinkled old face forced an expression. She seemed to want to make herself look more amiable, but her control of facial muscles was completely different from that of Vermouth.

"Have some more snacks."

It seems acting talent isn't something you inherit. Olga thought as she picked out a green, less greasy-looking sweet from the various Japanese confectionery on the table. Matcha flavor shouldn't be greasy, right?

God knows she hates Japanese confectionery the most.

Unfortunately, Olga knew her luck wasn't going to be good the moment she took her first bite. The damned wagashi wasn't matcha flavored, but edamame and whipped cream!

Sorry, she is an American. Even if she has a tiny percentage of Japanese ancestry, she is essentially a native American. She can accept things that are sweet enough to require insulin, but she can't accept this bland, greasy thing.

But she couldn't just spit it out or throw away the remaining wagashi in her hand. There were always some people who liked to stand in the perspective of an elder and criticize her upbringing and habits.

Then, Olga swallowed the remaining Japanese confectionery in her hand whole, as if she was about to jump off the top floor of the Karasuma Building.

By the way, the Karasuma Building in Tokyo is the tallest building in Japan. It is glittering with gold and is not low-key at all. There is a huge gold-plated sign with the word "Karasuma" on the top of the building, which is very inconsistent with the rule that criminal organizations should be low-key.

After finishing her wagashi, Olga simply sat on the sofa, showing no sign of continuing. Karasuma Keiko didn't try to persuade her to continue, but simply picked up the ironed newspaper and began reading. Meanwhile, Karasuma Renya, seemingly adopting the same habits as a baby after his infantilization, had already fallen asleep.

For a moment, the room was so quiet that it was a little creepy.

Olga couldn't use her phone; while at the Karasuma residence, she wasn't allowed to contact the outside world. So, she could only stare blankly at the massive, intricate crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

Olga's neck felt a little sore after a while, and just as she lowered her head, Karasuma Keiko flipped the page of the newspaper. The front page of the morning paper was blatantly displayed before Olga—it was about the new Prime Minister.

The current Prime Minister had only taken office six months earlier, and the handover from the previous Prime Minister was quite smooth. And the previous Prime Minister... was Ooka Kouyo's grandfather. Olga wasn't very familiar with him, but Karasuma Renya and Karasuma Keiko were.

Olga suddenly thought of something, hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke: "That..."

Karasuma Keiko raised her head and shifted her gaze from the newspaper to her face.

Olga considered her words for a moment: "Actually, I think..."

Under Karasuma Keiko's silent gaze, her voice couldn't help but soften: "I mean... we could also try to contact the new Prime Minister."

After saying this, Olga lowered her head and fell silent. She saw disapproval in Karasuma Keiko's eyes. Well, it was just a casual remark. She disliked the organization, and hated the Karasuma family even more, but she didn't want it to perish.

If the organization no longer existed... Furuya Rei would definitely leave without looking back. Oh, no, no, he should have thrown her into jail and left without looking back.

Olga didn't want to go to jail, and she didn't want to part ways with Rei Furuya and become strangers.

Therefore, the organization still needs to continue to exist. Just like now, it's fine. Just like now, he continues to be his undercover agent, and she keeps his undercover secret, and then, forever and ever, it will go on like this.

Just as Olga lowered her head and thought about something, she suddenly heard a very soft, faint sound coming from the other side. If she hadn't been born with five senses far superior to ordinary people, she would probably have had difficulty hearing what the voice said.

I don't know when I woke up. Didn't I just fall asleep? Olga complained in her heart, and then she heard the voice say:

"Arthas, the current one has only been in office for half a year. He's still young and can't tell much yet. We can certainly try to contact him, but we don't need to put too much effort into it."

The voice seemed to be explaining something to Olga, teaching her something higher than herself, which surprised her unusually. What? Was he trying to make amends after feeding her poison? Could this old man even have such human emotions?

The cat-like sound continued. But after just one sentence, he seemed a little tired:

"Most of the power is still held by our predecessor. Maintaining the relationship with him is more important. Right now, it seems this person can't make a big splash. Even if the situation changes, we reserve the right to intervene later."

Olga nodded after hearing this, although she didn't agree with it.

Is the current incumbent just a puppet of the predecessor?

Olga occasionally followed Japanese news, and from her observation, this person was not one to be content with the status quo.

Of course, whether it was the current or former leader, that was a matter of a higher level, and it wasn't Olga's turn to criticize Karasuma Renya. But Karasuma Renya's choice would undoubtedly determine the fate of the organization.

The air became quiet again. Olga looked over and saw that the old thing, oh no, the little thing now, seemed to have fallen asleep again.

Olga could only stare at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling idly again.

Time passed by minute by minute.

About an hour later, Olga was still sitting there, with no change or discomfort. Karasuma Keiko looked up and looked her up and down for a long time. Just as she was about to speak, the phone rang again.

This time it wasn't Olga's phone. It was still lying quietly on the coffee table, the screen off.

Across from him, Karasuma Keiko pulled out her phone. Seeing the caller ID, she frowned noticeably before answering the call.

Karasuma Keiko also turned on the call. Of course, this was so Karasuma Renya could hear the conversation. She also didn't ask Olga to withdraw, which meant that Olga was familiar with the caller and that she was aware of the content.

It's Vermouth again.

Sure enough, Vermouth's voice was heard almost immediately from the other end of the line. Unlike her usual lazy and casual demeanor, the person on the other end of the line was breathing heavily, indicating that she had been seriously injured.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't catch Shirley. She escaped. And... Calvados was killed by Akai Shuichi."

Vermouth said so.

Olga clearly saw that Karasuma Keiko's brows were furrowed even more tightly. She was about to say something when she was interrupted by a voice as thin as a cat's meow.

Olga bet that Vermouth would have to turn up the volume on her phone to the maximum to hear the sound clearly.

"Forget it, Vermouth. None of this matters, as long as you are safe."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for several seconds before someone said softly and respectfully, "Thank you."

Obviously, even a star actor with top-notch acting skills can sometimes be unable to conceal their feelings of alienation and disgust. Unfortunately, Karasuma Renya isn't an acting expert, so he probably wouldn't notice. Or perhaps, even if he did, he wouldn't care.

Guess who was Karasuma Renya's only designated guinea pig before Olga was born?

"I'll send someone to pick you up, Vermouth. Please remain silent for now."

"yes."

"After that, I'll send someone else to take over Shirley's affairs."

"……yes."

At Karasuma Renya's signal, Karasuma Keiko hung up the phone.

"He can't even handle such a small matter. This kid has been too lax lately. I think he needs to be taught a lesson." Keiko Karasuma put away her phone unhappily.

Indeed, from the perspective of Karasuma Keiko and Karasuma Renya, Shirley was just an eighteen-year-old girl who was weak and powerless after leaving the organization, and she certainly couldn't even get a gun.

Even so, Vermouth actually failed? And even lost a Calvados with an official code name?

Also, how did Shuichi Akai get involved? Did Shirley defect to the FBI?

"Akai Shuichi..."

The thin voice murmured the name, and then took on a sinister tone that didn't match the tone.

"Akai Shuichi again! Sooner or later, I'll chop him into pieces and throw him into Tokyo Bay to feed the fish!"

Throughout the whole process, Olga kept her head down, pretending she didn't exist.

But after that old man Kongkong finished speaking harsh words to Akai Shuichi, Olga still heard him call her name:

"Alsace."

"yes."

"You go and pick up Vermouth."

"……yes."

Even if she was reluctant, Olga still had to do it. She stood up from the sofa, bowed slightly towards Karasuma Keiko, and then bowed towards the swaddling clothes.

"Then I'll take my leave."

Just as Olga was backing away and preparing to leave the room, Karasuma Renye suddenly said, "This place is still far from Tokyo. Let's send a private plane to take you there."

"...Yes, thank you very much." Although she didn't want to take a private plane.

While sitting on the plane, Olga was still thinking. She was obviously not an environmentalist and didn't watch basketball. The plane sent by Karasuma Renya to pick her up was not a noisy helicopter. Why did she still dislike private planes so much?

Because it is Karasuma Renya's private plane?

Well, next time she should buy a private jet of her own and try it out and see what happens.

In Tianma Xing Space, the plane has landed at the airport of Karasuma Renya's private residence in Tokyo.

In fact, as soon as she boarded the private plane, Olga used the excuse of going to the restroom and hid in the bathroom to try to induce vomiting. However, after all, she had already taken the APTX-4869 pill for more than an hour, so vomiting was unsuccessful, and Olga had to give up in frustration.

At least she didn't die of a heart attack, nor did she turn into a child. Perhaps APTX-4869 didn't work on her?

Of course, Olga didn't have time to think about all this now. She just drove a car from the underground garage of the Karasuma mansion in Tokyo and stepped on the accelerator and headed straight for the location sent by Vermouth.

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"You're really in a mess, Vermouth."

In reality, if Olga had driven at full speed, she could have picked up Vermouth in a quarter of an hour. But she acted like a good citizen on the streets of Tokyo late at night, driving her best-equipped sports car at the lowest speed limit, sauntering through the city like she was going for a joyride. She even opened the roof.

Finally, Olga saw Vermouth. She was sitting in an ordinary black Japanese car, holding her abdomen, looking very miserable.

The car's window was shattered, clearly a bullet wound. And Vermouth's blood oozed from between her fingers as she clutched her abdomen. She also appeared to have been shot in the leg. No wonder someone had come to pick her up.

However, judging from the shooting angle, the gunshot wound on the leg looked more like she had inflicted it herself.

And beside this miserable Vermouth—

It was actually Kudo Shinichi, a smaller version. He was covered with Vermouth's windbreaker, but his chest was still rising and falling normally, so he must not be dead, just in a coma.

"Huh?"

Olga reached out from the broken car window to take off the coat covering Kudo Shinichi, but Vermouth grabbed her wrist with her bloody hand and stopped her.

What is she hiding?

Olga's eyes turned cold, and she stretched out her other hand, wiped the broken glass from the window and reached into the car, completely ignoring the blood marks on her forearm caused by the sharp cuts of the broken glass. Before Vermouth could react, she took off the coat covering Kudo Shinichi.

Then--

Olga stood there, her eyes, a deep dark green in the night, glancing down from above. She saw that the front of Kudo Shinichi's clothes seemed to have been cut open with a knife, exposing the three electrocardiogram electrodes on his body, along with the destroyed recorder and transmitter strapped to his body.

"He recorded your conversation with the boss?"

Vermouth opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

Olga withdrew her hand and searched her left and right pockets. She didn't have a gun, only a straight-jumping knife.

It’s enough.

Olga flicked out the tip of the knife and stabbed it towards the carotid artery in Kudo Shinichi's neck without blinking.

"etc!"

However, Vermouth suddenly fell ill and actually grabbed the blade with her hand to stop Olga's actions.

The tip of the knife was still two centimeters away from Kudo Shinichi's aorta. Blood continued to drip from Vermouth's palm.

"Let go." Olga looked at Vermouth and narrowed her eyes dangerously.

“Wait a minute!” Vermouth seemed to be organizing her words, and after a moment she said hurriedly, “His companions will be here soon. We will be discovered. We should leave first—ah!”

Olga didn't listen to what Vermouth said at all, and pushed the knife forward with all her strength. Vermouth could almost feel the friction of the blade against her finger bones.

"If you don't let go, you're going to lose a few fingers."

After Vermouth's cry of pain, Olga finally stopped for a moment and reminded her casually.

She didn't understand why Vermouth had been protecting Kudo Shinichi, especially since Kudo Shinichi had now discovered the organization's secrets, and killing him was the best solution.

“——”

Vermouth opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but at that moment, a siren suddenly rang out in the night sky, getting closer and closer, accompanied by dazzling high beams.

Olga had to raise her weak left hand to block the light in front of her eyes. The lighter the pupil color, the more vulnerable people are to strong light.

"Go!"

"Tsk, I know that without you telling me."

Olga pulled back the knife in annoyance, opened the driver's door, pulled Vermouth's hand and put it on her shoulder, carried her to the front of the car she was driving, opened the door, and threw her into the passenger seat.

Why the co-pilot?

Because this car only has two seats!

Olga started the car and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. The car rushed out like a meteor. The huge acceleration almost threw Vermouth, who was not wearing a seat belt, out.

"Your blood was on that car."

"Yes." Vermouth's voice sounded even weaker amidst the whistling wind. Olga glanced at her sideways and felt that she was about to faint from excessive blood loss.

Did you hit an aorta when you shot yourself in the leg?

"You'll have to keep your tail between your legs and behave yourself from now on."

The police would definitely extract Vermouth's DNA from the blood left at the scene. Now, they had physical evidence. Although Olga's limited legal knowledge suggested that this evidence alone wouldn't be enough to convict Vermouth.

As for Kudo Shinichi...

"There's no need to do anything to him. He can't cause any trouble."

That's what Vermouth said anyway. But whether Olga believed it or not was another matter.

"If you have the guts, call now and repeat this to the boss."

This is what Olga answered her.

Then, Vermouth fell silent. Olga turned her head to look at her and saw that she was leaning slightly against the back of the chair, with her back to Olga. She seemed to have fallen asleep, or perhaps fainted.

But Olga knew that she was clear-headed. She was always clear-headed when facing the inexplicable choices and actions made by Kudo Shinichi and Mao Lilan.

Just then, Olga's cell phone vibrated.

While driving at high speed with one hand on the steering wheel, Olga looked down at the screen of her mobile phone.

Ha, this time the old man sent out——

Kiel.

This broken organization will be finished sooner or later if it continues like this.