Chapter 40 Chapter 40 Please Grieve for Me

Olga looked towards the source of the sound and saw a helicopter that appeared out of nowhere hovering in the air, its rapidly spinning propellers creating gusts of whirlwind.

Immediately afterwards, more than a dozen people armed with live ammunition jumped down from the suspended helicopter. In an instant, they skillfully half-surrounded Olga and the congressman, completely blocking their way out.

Olga's eyes calmly scanned the group of people carrying the wooden warehouse. As she had expected, it was Interpol.

Because of the uncertainty of the intelligence and the fact that they did not want to expose themselves, the organizations behind the little mice almost unanimously chose Interpol.

very good.

Olga laughed silently, her shoulders shaking slightly.

"Put your hands slowly behind your head and squat down." The leading Interpol officer shouted at Olga and the others amid the huge noise of the helicopter.

The fat congressman had already dropped his suitcase on the ground in fear the moment Interpol showed up. Now being pointed at with a wooden gun, he trembled and quickly squatted down with his head in his hands.

And Olga——

She still stood there calmly with her hands in her pockets, slightly tilting her head to look at the blue sea, watching the waves constantly hitting the rugged rocks below the cliff, as if she didn't hear what the person opposite her said.

The Interpol officer repeated loudly: "Put your hands where we can see them!"

At this time, the helicopter that made the loud noise had already flown away, and only the sound of the sea breeze whistling on the cliff remained, as if it was crying.

Olga raised the corner of her mouth, then slowly, slowly moved her left hand out of her pocket - in her hand, she was holding something made of black metal!

Olga heard a noisy radio call from the other end. Then, the sound of a wooden cannon blasted.

She laughed out loud, but then started coughing because of the fishy-sweet taste rising from her throat.

Several bullets penetrated her body one after another, and Olga fell backwards with the wind.

*

come down.

Olga heard the anxious calls of people on the cliff.

The black metal candy box fell on the rugged ground of the cliff, making a sound that no one paid attention to. After bouncing a few times, it finally came to a quiet stop on the rock.

Olga fell into the sea, splashing. The blood gushing from her wound quickly dyed the surrounding water red.

She seemed to hear that person's voice again——

[You and we bleed the same bright red blood, you feel pain, you feel sad... You are no different from us.]

"It hurts so much, Lingling..."

My heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand.

Olga fell deeper into the sea.

She felt very cold, even though it was the height of summer.

The bitingly cold sea water attacked her wantonly, as if it wanted to swallow her completely.

Olga watched herself being drowned by the sea. The dazzling sunlight was blocked by the waves and could no longer move forward towards her.

It's so cold.

it hurts.

Be it a wound...be it a heart.

...Am I crying?

Why am I so sad... Everything is going according to plan.

...Will I die?

It turns out I am afraid of death too.

Olga lost all her strength, unable to even move her fingertips. She felt herself being swept away by the ocean current, toward an unknown distance.

The seabed was cold, dark, and completely silent.

Lingling...will you feel sad for me...

Is there anyone who would feel sorry for a guy like me...

The feeling of suffocation completely took away the light in Olga's eyes.

Lingling, you deceived me.

But if you feel sorry for me... I forgive you.

I want you to grieve for me.

*

At ten o'clock in the morning, Toru Amuro knocked on Olga's door.

No one responded.

Are you still angry?

No, something's wrong!

Amuro Toru knew Olga too well. If she was still angry, she definitely shouldn't have been so quiet after he'd been knocking on the door for so long. She should have smashed something, or yelled at him to shut up...

The bad premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger. Almost instinctively, Amuro Toru immediately pushed open Olga's door.

The tidy room was empty.

Something is wrong!

Olga never takes the initiative to clean her room.

"Olia?"

No one responded. Only a faint echo echoed through the empty room.

Amuro Toru pulled out his cell phone. There was only one bar of signal.

He hadn't slept since last night, but he hadn't seen Olga leave through the gate at all!

Holding onto a glimmer of hope, Toru Amuro dialed the number. A few seconds later, the soothing sound of a violin version of "Ave Maria" emanated from the wooden table in front of the window.

It's Olga's cell phone.

Amuro Toru hurried to the table and picked up Olga's phone. He held the phone tightly, as if he could hold Olga through it.

Where did Olga go? Why didn't she have her phone with her?

Toru Amuro felt his mind was in a mess, and the strong bad premonition made it almost impossible for him to think calmly.

The wind from the window blew the papers on the table. Amuro Toru, who was distractedly holding his phone, finally noticed it.

He pressed the blown letter back onto the table, then picked it up with trembling hands. He stared intently at the paper, which bore the familiar round handwriting. It seemed the writing was a bit sloppy, as if due to the rush.

I can never defy the will of champagne.

It was just a short sentence, but it made Amuro Toru's nerves tense immediately, and his heart seemed to be gripped. He suddenly grasped the paper in his hand.

It was indeed Olga's word.

Toru Amuro seemed to be able to hear his own heartbeat ringing in his ears, like a drum beating, getting faster and faster.

He took a few deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down. He held Olga's phone and began trying passwords.

It wasn't a difficult task, it only took him a few tries before he successfully unlocked the phone after entering the date they met.

Then what?

Amuro Toru's mind went blank for a moment.

Yes, mailbox!

He didn't even need to take extra time to check his mailbox. The moment he opened it, the email from Champagne jumped into Toru Amuro's sight.

Amuro Toru opened the email with his trembling fingers. Then, with a "click", the phone fell to the ground.

"What happened—"

The voice of Zhu Xingda came from outside the door.

Toru Amuro pushed Moroboshi Dai away and stumbled downstairs.

Moroboshi Dai looked at him strangely, then turned his head to look into Olga's room.

No one?

Zhu Xingda realized something almost immediately.

Is it because Arthas is missing that the man who has always been calm and composed has such a panicked expression?

*

"Zer-Bourbon? Hey, wait! Where are you going-"

In the living room on the first floor, Zhu Fujingguang watched Amuro Toru stumble down from the second floor and then rush out the door.

Zhu Fu Jingguang tried to call him, but he acted as if he didn't hear him. After starting the motorcycle in the garage, he stepped on the accelerator to the maximum and rushed out.

“Zero…”

Zhu Fujingguang stood at the door, looking at the place where Amuro Toru left, frowning deeply.

"What happened?" In a blink of an eye, Mizunashi Rena also came down from the second floor. She looked at Morifushi Kagemitsu standing at the door with a frown on his face and couldn't help but ask.

Zhu Fu Jingguang pursed his lips and shook his head with difficulty: "It's okay."

Mizuno Rena glanced at him suspiciously, but didn't say anything more.

*

Toru Amuro hardly needs to be looked for specifically.

Somewhere in Bristol Bay, Interpol and local police are salvaging something, and the usually deserted sea is finally dotted with several ships.

Despite the sparse crowd, there were still many people around to watch the excitement. Amuro Toru stood in the crowd in a daze, being pushed by the flow of people towards an unknown destination.

What are they salvaging...

What are they salvaging?!

"I heard that Interpol killed a member of a criminal organization here this morning."

There were whispers of conversation coming from the crowd around.

"Why salvage something if they've all been killed? Could they still be alive?"

"How is that possible? I heard it myself this morning. He must have emptied his magazine, right? How could he still be alive?"

"Probably 'Dead or dead, I must see the body'. I wonder which gang actually asked Interpol to intervene."

"Pfft, what kind of gang? I have a relative who works in the police department. I heard it's a big international criminal organization."

"Wow, why are all these criminals running to our remote area now?"

"Who knows?"

…

Amuro Toru didn't know how long he stood there. Until the crowd gradually dispersed, until the moon rose to the zenith, until the lights on the salvage ship went out.

Champagne changed his plan temporarily and asked Olga to complete the transaction for him.

Amuro Toru's head felt numb. He didn't know how he'd managed to walk up to that seaside cliff. He stood there blankly, his entire body seemingly numb from the cold wind.

He looked up into the distance.

The full moon hung high above the sea. The vast ocean stretched as far as the eye could see. The only sound in my ears was the wailing of the wind.

It's so cold.

It must be even colder at the bottom of the ocean.

Olya, where are you?

The pain in my head felt like it was being pricked by needles, and so did my soul.

Toru Amuro felt something warm liquid sliding down his cheek from the corner of his eye and finally being carried away by the wind.

His brain was unable to function, so he could only stand there in the darkness and silence for a long time, staring blankly at the huge reflection of the moon on the sea.

*

"Bourbon."

Toru Amuro seemed to have lost his sense of time.

"Bourbon?"

A familiar voice came from behind him. But he was too tired to even look back.

The sky gradually turned a light pink.

The sun is about to rise...

"I knew you were here." The voice gradually approached.

Vermouth stood beside Amuro Toru and looked down the cliff.

This cliff is very high, with rocks scattered in the sea below. It is said that Arthas fell from here after being hit by dozens of wooden silos.

Vermouth also fell silent.

After standing foolishly on the shore for a long time, Vermouth sighed imperceptibly: "Let's go. This time... that gentleman won't blame you too much."

She turned to look at Amuro Toru. Then, Vermouth was stunned: "Bourbon, you——"

She was sure she wasn't mistaken. The sadness on Amuro Toru's face was tangible, with tears still lingering on his cheeks. His eyes—

Suddenly, Vermouth smiled somewhat dejectedly: "I didn't expect that you would actually feel sad for that child."

Toru Amuro did not answer. He seemed to have lost the ability to make a sound. Now he was just an empty shell.