Chapter 62 Chapter 62 Crying and making a fuss for a certain pretty boy...

And then...

Jinpei Matsuda watched helplessly as the two men in black carried him back, one on each side.

…

*

Jinpei Matsuda returned to the room where he woke up. Olga was still sitting on the sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, reading a philosophy book quietly.

Jinpei Matsuda: "..." Horror movies are also in a loop mode, right?

The two men in black threw him into the room and were about to leave, but were stopped by Olga.

"Wait." She still didn't look up, and said in a calm tone, "Wash him clean first and bring him here."

Matsuda Jinpei: "..." He could hear a hint of disgust in this flat tone.

etc?

Wash it clean?!

Olga's words began to replay in Matsuda Jinpei's mind again - "Wash you clean, wrap you in silk, tie a beautiful ribbon, and send you away."

So the next step is to dismember and give the body away?!

Matsuda Jinpei tried to resist, but his resistance was futile. He felt that even if he were to arm wrestle an elementary school student, he would most likely lose.

He was carried to a bathroom again.

Seeing that two expressionless men in black were about to follow him into the bathroom, Matsuda Jinpei quickly stopped them and used his most sincere acting skills ever, perhaps mixed with a lot of real feelings, to say that he could do it alone.

Fortunately, the two men in black didn't seem to have any interest in helping people take a bath, so they nodded to him slightly and waited at the bathroom door.

Matsuda Jinpei: “…”

*

Jinpei Matsuda managed a forced shower, nearly suffocating himself from the mist rising from the bathroom. Finally, he donned the bathrobe the two men in black had found for him, and with his eyes darkened, he was dragged back to the room they had come from.

Jinpei Matsuda: “…” Resurrection refresh point, right?

Olga waved her hand, and the two men in black threw him on the bed and turned away, not forgetting to close the door before leaving.

Watching Olga approach him, Matsuda Jinpei couldn't help but swallow nervously. He knew his mindset was strange; after all, no matter how he looked at it, there was no way he could lose to an unarmed Olga.

Olga dragged a chair to the bedside and sat down. "Be content. Miracles don't come without a price."

Jinpei Matsuda intuitively felt that Olga was talking about the fact that he was not killed by the bomb.

Because he survived the bomb... "So I'm gasping for breath after walking a few steps now?"

Olga closed the book in her hand and looked at him: "So I told you to be quiet."

"What's the principle?" Jinpei Matsuda felt that this world was really magical.

Olga shrugged: "Take medicine."

That was a drug developed by the organization. It was somewhat different from the APTX-4869 that Shirley was currently specializing in, but in some aspects they were very similar - the side effects were severe and the efficacy was variable.

Olga was the only successful test subject, so she could survive even if she was shot in the heart, and even ordinary minor wounds could be completely healed in just a few seconds.

If there hadn't been a shrapnel stuck in her heart that couldn't be removed, with Olga's terrifying self-healing ability, even if she had been beaten into a sieve, she would still be able to jump around in a few days.

But Matsuda Jinpei was different; he wasn't raised in a lab. This drug... would only work once on him.

Even so, he still had to lie in bed in a miserable state for nearly six months before he could see some of his original appearance - under the power of the bomb, there was not a single piece of intact skin on his body.

This was understandable, after all, even Olga was barely breathing at the time and had to stay in bed for nearly a month before recovering.

"The side effect is that you become extremely fragile," Olga pointed out.

"…Excuse me, that's not how you use the word 'fragile'."

Olga glanced at him calmly and said, "Just understand it."

Matsuda Jinpei: “…”

Olga didn't explain the workings of the drug to Matsuda Jinpei, and Matsuda Jinpei didn't ask any further questions—it was clearly confidential. He didn't want to get too involved in the affairs of a criminal organization.

"Then why are you keeping me here?" Matsuda Jinpei reluctantly accepted the fact that he would become "fragile" from now on. "You're not really planning on giving me away, are you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Matsuda Jinpei felt a cold hand pinching his chin, forcing him to look directly into her eyes.

Her eyes appeared dark green in backlight, appearing somewhat deep.

"Listen, I need you to do me a favor."

Matsuda Jinpei was startled by Olga's hand and it took him several seconds to recover: "...is this how you ask for help?"

Olga ignored him and said to herself, "Zhufushi Jingguang is 'dead'."

"What?!" Matsuda Jinpei's eyes widened in disbelief. "He's not—"

Aren't you carrying out some secret mission with Rei Furuya?

No, wait.

Matsuda Jin bent the knuckles of his five fingers that were lying flat on the bed, causing the originally flat mattress to wrinkle a little, and even his eyebrows wrinkled as well.

Yes, precisely because he was carrying out dangerous missions, death was always around him. Even an ordinary police officer like him was almost killed by a bomb, wasn't he?

Olga's thoughts were a little jumpy, at least that's what Jinpei Matsuda heard.

"You are already 'dead' now."

"What?"

"In the official records of the Metropolitan Police Department of Japan, you have died in the line of duty. There is a funeral, a cemetery, a pension, and a death certificate."

Matsuda Jinpei started coughing in excitement: "Cough cough cough, but I'm still——"

He was still alive, but the one who saved him wasn't the Metropolitan Police Department, but Olga, a member of a mysterious criminal organization.

"So, from now on, there is no such person as 'Jinpei Matsuda' in the world."

Jinpei Matsuda was a little confused for a moment. His lips moved, but he couldn't say anything.

After a long while, he suddenly began to struggle violently.

People are like this. After strong denial, there is strong anger.

Olga released his chin with her hand, and stood aside with her arms folded, looking at him in a daze: "Now, your life is mine--"

"—After all, I put in a lot of effort to keep you here."

*

When Toru Amuro received the news that Olga wanted to see him, he had just finished a mission.

He stared at the phone screen for a while, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.

"What's wrong?" Vermouth, who was sitting in the passenger seat, pushed up her sunglasses and looked at him. "Haven't you always wanted to see Arthas? Now that she's finally willing to see you, aren't you happy?"

Although she said this, there was a tone in Vermouth that indicated that if he dared to express his displeasure, she would immediately silence him.

Toru Amuro tightened his grip on the phone until his knuckles turned slightly white before he came to his senses.

He put the phone back into his pocket, but did not answer Vermouth. He just drove towards the airport - the mission was completed, and they should return to America.

Vermouth waited for a long time for Amuro Toru's answer. When she looked at him, he was still concentrating on driving.

Vermouth couldn't help but chuckle: "You don't really believe that rumor, do you?"

Amuro Toru still didn't say anything.

He hadn't seen Olga for six months, and she didn't even answer any of his calls. Amuro Toru wanted to go find Olga, but was stopped by Vermouth, who said Olga didn't want to see him now.

Toru Amuro didn't know when he had offended Olga again.

In just half a year, Morofushi Kagemitsu and Matsuda Jinpei died one after another, and Olga avoided him... Amuro Toru's psychological endurance has almost reached its limit.

But he had to continue wearing the mask.

Until more than a month ago, this gossip began to circulate in the organization on a small scale - Arthas cried and made a fuss in front of Rum for a whole week for a certain pretty boy, and finally got the pretty boy to stay.

Well, although Toru Amuro would not believe such an outrageous rumor, the reason why rumors can spread is always based on some facts. And the basis of this rumor is that there really is such a "gigolo" in existence.

During the six months that Olga refused to contact Amuro Toru, she was said to have been spending time with this "gigolo." They spent their days and nights at a mansion in New York, and Olga even stopped going to school!

Toru Amuro felt a headache and a blockage in his chest.

In fact, he was not completely without anger... His temper had never been good, but he was especially gentle in front of Olga.

Olga refused to see him, and Amuro Toru eventually stopped contacting Olga. Perhaps out of spite, even under the watchful eyes of the organization, he couldn't even act like a guardian who truly cared about Arthas.

Fortunately, the organization was not dissatisfied with him for this.

But Amuro Toru still felt angry, and something else mixed in. He didn't know why, and he refused to analyze this strange emotion.

Whenever he thought of Olga late at night, he felt depressed. Perhaps... the night always made people feel depressed. And during the day, as long as he filled his time with countless tasks, he no longer had time to think about her.

Vermouth had put on sunglasses at some point. She propped her head up with one hand and looked at Amuro Toru through the lenses with interest: "Oh, are you dissatisfied with that 'gigolo'?"

Amuro Toru twitched his lips, but couldn't muster any emotion. So, with a blank expression and a flat tone, he said, "Isn't it normal to feel dissatisfied? Don't say you don't."

Amuro Toru glanced at Vermouth through the rearview mirror, trying to provoke her with words. Those in the organization who were familiar with Vermouth knew that she hated being placed in the position of "elder" to Arthas.

Unexpectedly, this time Vermouth was not stimulated at all, but instead curled up the corners of her lips.

Her slender index finger touched the corner of her lips, and her violet-dyed nails made her temperament even more mysterious. Her words were like a venomous snake, slowly wrapping around Amuro Toru's heart.

"Really? I'm looking at this from the perspective of an elder. What about you, Bourbon?"