Chapter 9 Chapter 9 Dog Head Represents ~ My Heart

Olga looked up and saw Vermouth standing behind her. She curled her lips.

Even if the organization could access all of Tokyo's surveillance, it would be difficult for Gin to spot Olga in her disguise. But for Vermouth, who taught her the art of disguise, Olga didn't think she could surpass her teacher.

"That's what I told you," Olga turned her gaze back to Gin, but the corners of her mouth curled up in a vicious arc, "A rhinitis patient like you can't catch anyone with your 'sense of smell', whether it's me or the traitor—"

The wooden hatch on her forehead pressed harder, and Olga raised her hands in a pretentious manner.

"It seems I need to reconsider whether I should continue teaching you." Vermouth's voice came from behind, as lazy as ever, but with an imperceptible coldness.

Olga's expression turned cold, and her speech became faster: "That's great. After all, I really, really don't want to see you, not even for a second."

Vermouth was silent. Olga couldn't see her, but she knew what kind of expression was on her face.

Gin's thumb touched the safety of the handgun.

"That's enough, Gin," Vermouth stopped her.

"Hmph." Gin retracted the wooden gun without even pulling the safety pin, took a large square box from Vodka and threw it to Olga.

Olga didn't catch it, and the box fell onto the beach. After rolling twice, it sank slightly into the sand.

"This is the toy you've always wanted to buy. Don't you want it?" Vermouth walked around Olga from behind, picked up the big box from the ground and handed it to her.

Olga looked at her expressionlessly, then smiled, like a child who had just received her favorite toy. She took the large box with both hands and held it in her arms. "Thank you!"

Vermouth also smiled, but this smile was somewhat ironic: "I bought this with the funds approved for you by Rum. By the way, Rum wants to see you."

Olga lowered her eyes, but her eyelashes trembled rapidly: "...I know."

Before Olga could answer, Vermouth had already turned and walked towards the car parked not far away.

Yes, her answer never mattered.

Olga's arms suddenly tightened, squeezing the box she was holding until it was deformed.

Vermouth walked in front, Olga followed behind her, and Gin and Vodka walked behind Olga.

"Do I look like a criminal being escorted to prison now?" Olga said smugly.

Unfortunately, there was no other answer besides the sound of the biting sea breeze at night.

*

When Rei Furukaya returned to the beach with the barbecue, the place was empty.

While secretly saying "as expected" in his heart, he looked at the sea that had completely merged with the night and sighed softly.

With the help of the rising moonlight, Fūya Ling saw the dog head expression drawn on the beach, which had been mostly washed away by the waves, and he couldn't help but be lost in thought for a moment.

Then he took out his cell phone and dialed a number.

*

The journey back to Tokyo was not as smooth as the journey here. Even the Black Organization could not avoid the traffic jams that are unique to big cities.

Olga leaned on the windowsill leisurely, looking at the world outside, humming an intermittent tune that no one could understand, as if the person who had just run away from the organization and was caught back was not her.

When Vodka almost got mad at the steering wheel, Olga suddenly said, "Oh, I need to buy some things."

Gin was about to refuse, but Vermouth spoke first: "Of course, my dear Arthas."

Olga ignored her sarcastic tone with a blank expression. Silence fell once again in the car. Fortunately, no one present was embarrassed by silence.

Olga skillfully took out the paper and pencils she had left in the car and began to draw.

Vermouth had no interest in what Olga drew. She took a quick glance and made sure that it was not something forbidden, then looked away.

In the front passenger seat, Gin kept pressing the lighter but never lit the cigarette.

Olga doesn't like the smell of cigarettes, and you are not allowed to light a cigarette when riding in the same car with her.

*

It was already late at night when Rei Furuya returned to the apartment after completing a temporary mission.

This is not his home, but just a temporary residence for the mission.

When I returned to the residence, there were many boxes piled outside the door, almost blocking the road.

While feeling fortunate that this apartment had one household per floor and would not affect the neighbors, Rei Furuya was extremely alert and carefully checked the outer packaging of the boxes before opening one of them.

After seeing the contents of the box, Fūya Rei laughed, but at the same time, he felt a strange sense of security slowly rising in his heart. This feeling was so absurd that even he ignored it.

The box was full of cans of Coke, arranged very neatly.

If the boxes at the door were filled with Coke—

After just a rough estimate, Fūya Rei was already starting to have a headache. How was he going to handle all that Coke?

By the way, is it necessary to take it for a toxicology test?

It is more efficient to just throw it away.

...But if I throw it away directly, what if someone picks it up and drinks it, what if it's poisonous—

No, we can't do anything that endangers public safety. Let's just keep them for now.

Of course, in the nearly hour that followed, Rei Furuya carefully checked every box to make sure there were no dangerous items hidden inside.

*

Olga guessed that Vermouth did not report her "little rebellion" to the boss, so now she just came to see Rum.

Rum was busy, so Olga waited a long time in the hall where the property was organized.

The hall was magnificently decorated, its ornate crystal chandeliers emitting a warm yellow glow. However, this warm light only made people feel a biting cold. At least that was what Olga felt.

When Rum arrived, Olga was already curled up on the sofa, nearly asleep. Her sleep wasn't restful, and she dreamed of the sea again. The difference was that this time, the sense of emptiness and loneliness was gone, and even the crimson sunset had turned a warm orange.

It's a wonderful feeling.

"Alsace."

A familiar voice sounded in front of her, and Olga woke up instantly.

The person in front of me has no left eye.

*

Few members of the organization had ever met Rum in person. Even Gin had never come face to face with him, but Olga was clearly not one of them. For as long as she could remember, both Rum and the Boss had been deeply embedded in her life.

"I was wrong. I won't do it again." Olga stood up decisively, took the initiative to admit her mistake and apologize, her tone extremely sincere.

Rum didn't mention this, but instead looked at the box that Olga had casually thrown next to the sofa: "How about this toy, do you still like it?"

"I like it." Olga said a lot more with a smile, complaining about Gin, expressing her love for the figurine, and the latest plot of "Kamen Rider"...

If Olga were writing an essay, her rambling account would definitely get a zero. But Rum didn't show any impatience. Instead, he listened to Olga's rambling calmly.

Finally, when Olga could no longer come up with any new topics, Rum suddenly asked her: "What do you think of the man who has been with you for the past three days?"

Olga's fake smile froze for a moment, and then she quickly laughed it off and said vaguely, "Well... it's just like that... it's okay... nothing special... it's okay..."

Her voice grew lower and lower.

Olga thought with some self-mockery, is this empathy? - Just as Rei Furuya didn't want her to notice his friends, Olga didn't want Rum to pay too much attention to Rei Furuya.

However, empathy is something she is naturally lacking.

Rum remained noncommittal about Olga's vague answer and calmly changed the subject: "Since you've done something wrong, you must accept the punishment."

Olga's fingertips twitched at her side, but her face remained sincere: "Of course."

*

Punishment is a small, dark room with nothing but a time-out chair. This is typically used as a time-out in behavior correction to eliminate unwanted behavior.

But in an organization, things are obviously not that simple.

After watching Olga sit in the pause chair and have her limbs tied up, Rum's men closed the door and left.

As the door slowly closed, the room was plunged into complete darkness, and a suffocating feeling came over me.

"Time-outs" used for behavior correction are generally brief, no longer than ten minutes, and do not place the person in complete darkness.

But the organization's punishment would definitely not last only ten minutes. Even from Olga's personal experience over the years, the duration of each punishment was different and she had no way of predicting it.

The chair was high and fixed to the ground. Olga couldn't touch the ground, and couldn't move. She could only sit upright in the chair.

In darkness, it's difficult to sense the passage of time. Consequently, anxiety, depression, fear, and other emotions can set in. Ultimately, mental breakdown can occur.

Olga was rarely afraid of anything; she was almost born without the emotional response of "fear." However, she was afraid of this silent darkness, very afraid.

This kind of "pause" is simply driving people crazy.