Chapter 88 Chapter 88 Ling Ling is not a friend

"You don't think I approached Kaito Kid just to be his good friend? Or are you just heartbroken that your former teacher's child was being exploited by the organization? Or maybe, after being friends with Kudo Yukiko for so long, you actually think people like us can have friends?"

Belmore's expression froze slightly, perhaps because Olga mentioned Kudo Yukiko, or perhaps because of her inhumane remarks.

Finally, Vermouth turned away from Olga's gaze, looked out the window, and twitched the corner of her lip in self-mockery. Yeah, how could she have expected anything from Olga's "humanity"?

After all, there is a world of difference between demons and angels.

Olga initially approached Kuroba Kaito to exploit him. Over the past month, they'd become close friends, sharing practically anything—that was Kuroba Kaito's sole belief.

It was not until Olga asked Kuroba Kaito to help her steal something that the boy realized that he had been tricked.

Olga's intentions were impure from the very beginning.

But so what? Olga had already calculated this situation.

"I understand... I'll help you steal that thing. But after that... just pretend we never met."

At that time, the boy said some lines that sounded like something out of a cheesy idol drama and turned away. Olga could vaguely see his extremely lonely expression from the side of his face.

"Thank you very much, then."

But at that time, Olga smiled. Even though Kuroba Kaito could not see her smiling, this smile was indeed from the heart - her goal was achieved.

She never cared about friends. She had no real friends at all.

Making friends is just a means to an end.

As for the valley zero?

No, he's not a friend. That person... is different.

*

"Maybe I should have killed him."

After a long silence in the car, Olga spoke abruptly, her tone as casual as if she was talking about today's weather.

Vermouth frowned slightly and turned to look at Olga. She was leaning her head on one hand, staring out the window. From Vermouth's perspective, she could only see half of her face, flickering in the dim light.

Olga showed no unusual emotion; she was calm. Vermouth quickly made this judgment, but the wrinkles between her eyebrows deepened immediately.

She followed Olga's gaze to the window and saw the expected fleeting shadow of the young man, so fast that it was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye.

It's Kuroba Kaito.

Vermouth had never had direct contact with Kuroba Kaito, but that didn't stop her from feeling a subtle sympathy for him. Perhaps it was because the boy bore an uncanny resemblance to Kudo Shinichi, or perhaps it was because of her long-lost teacher...

So Vermouth turned her gaze back to Olga, only to see that the index finger of her hand that was on the window frame was tapping the windowsill intermittently, as if she was weighing something in her heart.

"He doesn't know what drug he stole, and of course he doesn't know the existence of the organization—" Orr muttered to himself, then changed the subject, "But after all, he has come into contact with the drug. To be on the safe side, we should put him—"

"Arthas!"

Vermouth promptly held down Olga's hand as she pulled the safety pin of the wooden cannon, and as expected, she received an unhappy look from Olga.

For a moment, when Olga raised her eyes and looked at her, Vermouth actually had a rare creepy feeling, as if she was being stared at by a poisonous snake spitting its tongue, which made her shudder.

So Vermouth couldn't help but tense up all the nerves in her body.

At this moment, a sudden knock on the car window broke the tense atmosphere. Olga looked at Vermouth deeply, then turned back and opened the car window.

Vermouth breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly, and only after leaning back in the chair did she realize that she had broken out in a cold sweat.

Kuroba Kaito did not show up. Olga opened the car window a crack, and then a red and white capsule passed through the crack and fell into her hand.

Olga looked at the capsule lying quietly in the palm of her hand, was slightly stunned, pulled the corner of her mouth silently, and casually put it into the pocket of her sweatshirt.

"He's quite clever."

Although he was just a young man who had just started out, perhaps out of an instinctive intuition about danger, after stealing the medicine, Kuroba Kaito did not show up, but chose to deliver the medicine to her hands in a magical way.

But young people are still young after all. Whether it's Kudo Shinichi or Kuroba Kaito——

Olga thought idly. After entering the research institute filled with heavily armed police officers, Kuroba Kaito must have realized that things were not simple.

But he still stole the medicine as agreed.

But...if we can't silence him, then this matter will become a little complicated...

Ignoring the faint smell of blood coming from outside the car window, Olga threw the disassembled wooden warehouse support parts in her hand into the back seat, glanced at a corner not far away, and then closed the car window completely.

Vermouth in the driver's seat started the engine and the car slowly drove away.

*

No conversation along the way.

Just as Vermouth was thinking about where to send Olga, Olga, who had been leaning back in her chair with her eyes closed, suddenly said, "I have to see Shirley."

"What?"

Vermouth almost thought she had heard it wrong.

"I have to see Shirley."

This time, Olga opened her eyes and sat up straight in her chair. Her right hand was still in her sweatshirt pocket, the red and white capsule between her fingers, weighing it.

Accompanied by the harsh sound of tires rubbing against the asphalt road, Vermouth suddenly stopped the car by the side of the road.

Olga was thrown forward by inertia, but was pulled back by the seat belt. The back of her head hit the back of the chair hard, and a buzzing sound suddenly sounded in her head.

She was stunned for a second before turning to look at Vermouth unhappily: "What are you doing?"

The streets were deserted in the early morning. The car was parked under a solitary streetlight, the dim light barely illuminating the interior.

Vermouth stepped on the brakes, her hands still on the steering wheel. Her expression became serious, even with a rare hint of annoyance:

"Alsace, I told you not to mess with Shirley, at least not now—"

"You look like you've lost your mind too," Olga interrupted Vermouth impatiently. She folded her arms and leaned back in her chair, closing her eyes. "You can take me there, or I can go by myself."

After another period of oppressive silence, Vermouth seemed to have suddenly grasped some inspiration. She tentatively said:

"You don't trust that Kuroba Kaito?"

Olga snorted coldly and didn't answer. She just said, "If you weren't so nosy, things would be much simpler."

Olga couldn't guarantee that the pill she was receiving was genuine APTX-4869. It would be best if Shirley could examine the pill's ingredients to determine its authenticity.

Vermouth understood almost immediately - if she had not stopped Olga at that time, as long as Kuroba Kaito died, even if the medicine handed to Olga at the beginning was a fake medicine that he had replaced, it would only be a matter of time to find the real medicine.

Vermouth was immediately a little surprised - Arthas... was ending her "momentary compassion"?

She's thinking about her?!

This speculation seemed a little absurd to Vermouth, but she could not find a more reasonable explanation.

Indeed, discarding something after use and then destroying the bridge after crossing it is more in line with the organization's style of doing things. Vermouth had to admit that just now, silencing Kuroba Kaito was the best solution.

However, when she thought that Olga was thinking about her, Vermouth felt awkward, and... perhaps a little relieved.

Having thrown aside her previous disappointment in Olga's "humanity," Vermouth restarted the car and said in a slightly raised tone, "Even if I don't stop you, do you dare to say that you can definitely hit Kaito Kid?"

Of course not.

Kuroba Kaito is a master of magic after all. It's really hard to hit him with a wooden cannon when he's deliberately dodging.

But there is no way...

Vermouth heard Olga snort coldly, then turned her head away, ignoring her, just as she had expected. Vermouth's expression finally lightened. She believed she knew Arthas well.

On the other side, at an angle that Vermouth couldn't see, Olga opened her eyes in the shadows and curled her lips sarcastically.

No, the problem was never with Kuroba Kaito.

Olga thought she was good at controlling people's hearts - she trusted Kuroba Kaito very much and didn't think Kuroba Kaito would give her a fake medicine - as long as the one he stole was real.

But that's the problem.

Olga narrowed her eyes slightly, her expression dark as she pondered. The crux of the matter lay with Rei Furuya. It had always been this way. Even if Olga had already found a way to send him abroad, there was no guarantee he wouldn't have a backup plan.

Olga twisted the small capsule in her pocket with her fingertips, and after a while, she sighed slightly.

Originally, she only needed to silence Kuroba Kaito, so that even if the medicine was fake, she could put all the blame on Kuroba Kaito - after all, there would be no evidence.

Now...

The blame for the disaster, whether it will come or not, was shared by Kuroba Kaito and Vermouth - in any case, it had nothing to do with Furuya Rei, and Olga naturally could not be blamed - after all, it was Kuroba Kaito who gave them the fake medicine, and it was Vermouth who stopped Olga from doing anything.

The organization will not listen to Kuroba Kaito's grievances, and Vermouth has already taken the blame. So the final outcome can only be "Kuroba Kaito deliberately hid the real medicine, and Vermouth let him go for some unknown reason."

As for Arthas who was also present at the scene?

She obeys Vermouth very well.

Tsk tsk, it sounds like Vermouth and Kuroba Kaito are colluding to harm the organization.

Yes, Olga had been deliberately misleading Vermouth from the beginning to the end. She didn't care about Vermouth's life or death, not to mention that the boss would never let anyone kill Vermouth.

Olga wanted to laugh again, but when she thought of the silly expression on Vermouth's face that could be described as "relieved," she was so disgusted that she couldn't laugh anymore.

Do you think she will care about her?

Vermouth's brain is indeed broken.